Staring at his thick erection, she raised her skirt and laid among the poppy flowers; grass tickling her pantiless bottom.  Lifting her hips, he placed her feet on his shoulders.

Eyes closed, she moaned aloud; he grunted. Vagina gripping his phallus, penetration deep and complete. His fingers pinched her nipples red; pinning her body down with his onto the poppy grass. Her hands grabbed the wet grass, and her face turned left to smell the poppy flowers.

Pussy squirting, his erupted hot lava deep in her. 

She-"Love you."

He-"Again?"

Consent was implicit. His cock hardened in her wet tightening pussy.