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Quiet Garden, Loud Moans 🍃🌸
🕑 Added 2025-08-18 18:00:06 +0000 UTCCharacters:
Émile – a femboy with long black hair in a braid, wearing a dress, feminine-looking, shy, obedient.
Adrien – his bold and confident friend, taller, strong hands, large down there, always takes the lead.
[Daytime. The garden behind the house. A light breeze rustles the leaves. Between the lilac bushes—shade and silence.]
Adrien: (whispers, standing behind)
— Are you sure you want this, Émile?.. We can stop anytime.
Émile: (nervously nods, not turning around)
— I… I’m just nervous. It’s the garden… what if someone—
Adrien:
— We’re alone. Only the birds and your shadow on the grass.
(places his hand on Émile’s waist)
— Relax. I’ll be gentle. Just how you like it.
Émile:
— D'accord… I… I’m ready...
(Adrien slowly lifts the hem of Émile’s dress. Under the thin fabric—soft skin, a shy blush on Émile’s face.)
Adrien: (softly)
— Mmm… you're so tempting…
(his fingers slide over Émile’s backside; Émile flinches slightly)
Émile:
— Ah… Adrien, wait…
(but he doesn’t move, just bites his lip)
(Adrien presses in from behind, his warmth felt through the clothes. One push—and Émile gasps.)
Émile:
— Nnn…! S-so deep…
(his fingers dig into the grass)
Adrien: (whispers in his ear)
— You’re so tight, mon doux.
(starts moving slowly, each motion making Émile breathe harder)
Émile:
— Hah…! Are you… sure you’re all the way in?..
— Plap… plap…
Adrien:
— Almost. But you’re taking it so well. Good boy.
(a bit faster now, one hand on Émile’s chest, squeezing gently through the fabric)
Émile:
— Aaah… mmm… I feel every inch…
(turns his head slightly, lips parted, breath trembling)
Adrien:
— And I feel how you grip me… pulling me deeper.
— Plap… plap… squelch…
(They move together under the trees. Émile’s dress is bunched up, his bare thighs trembling. Adrien presses closer, steady and firm.)
Émile:
— Don’t stop… please…
Adrien:
— Turn around. I want to see your face.
(Émile lies back on the grass, his dress pushed up. He spreads his legs, eyes hazy.)
Émile:
— It feels… so awkward like this…
(nervous laugh)
— But I want you… like this…
Adrien: (kneels between his legs, caresses his thighs)
— You’re gorgeous… even the grass is jealous.
(enters him again, Émile throws his head back)
Émile:
— Aahh…! You're… really big...
— Plap… plap… squish…
Adrien:
— And you’re all mine. Every last bit.
(The rhythm gets rougher. Émile grips the grass, body arching. His voice breaks into comic-like moans:)
Émile:
— Aaah…! Mmh… S-so good…
— Schlk… plap… schlk…!
Adrien:
— Je vais… I’m close…
(he thrusts harder, deeper, Émile’s thighs trembling)
— Ready?
Émile:
— Inside… yes… I’m yours…!
(his face flushed, arms spread)
Adrien:
— Mmm…!
(He goes still deep inside. A few firm pulses—and warmth floods into Émile. He bites his lip, feeling it fill him.)
Émile:
— Aaah… Did… you finish?..
Adrien: (leans down, kisses his neck)
— Deep inside you… all of it.
Émile: (closes his eyes, smiling slightly)
— I… can feel it. Every drop…
(A few quiet minutes. Just breath and rustling leaves. Adrien lies beside him, hand on Émile’s tummy where the dress has fallen.)
Adrien:
— You’ll feel that in the morning…
(laughs)
— But damn, you were perfect.
Émile:
— Just don’t tell anyone… okay?..
— This garden already knows too much…
Comments
Sviatoslav Nykyforchyn
😉💕
TomTomG
Love it! And the french accent … oui, oui, oui!
Sviatoslav Nykyforchyn
Thank you so much for such a wonderful comment! ❤️
Josero
The passion, and surrealism in the pics towards the end are just uncanny! This isn't someone you have sex with...this is someon you make love to!♥♥♥♥
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