Under the moonlight, a figure with long hair moved while on top of another. Alluring moans echoed like a song, followed by hurried breathing. The movement grew more intense and faster as the voice rose. Then the figure let out a long moan, followed by a grunt. The figure that had been moving slumped and leaned against the figure below.
Darla rested her chin on Red's shoulder, her eyes closed and out of breath. A smile etched on her lips, she looked satisfied. It had been quite some time, and it had become better and better. She had gotten used to Red's size by now and enjoyed it.
They were doing the deed in one of their favorite spots, the creek behind the village where they used to bathe. That was her idea because Red needed to take a bath badly. Not that she disliked his smell, but he smelled better after taking a bath. Her lower half was submerged inside the water, sitting on top of Red's thigh with his thing still inside her.
