in the waters of this stream. Back then, as a young boy, he couldn''t comprehend his father''s disdainful mockery.
And now, here they were, truly undressing together in the wild, like two rustic young souls with nothing but youth and love, rendezvousing and rolling on the fragrant green grass.
Euphorically, Edith galloped upon Raphael''s body. Beneath her, this noble white steed with its golden mane fearlessly carried her, providing more exhilaration than any horse she had ever ridden before.
As she rode faster and faster, gradually transitioning into a sprint, she felt herself melding completely with the young man beneath her.
"Oh, Raphael, faster!" Edith gasped rapidly, her breasts and hips trembling with indescribable sensations coursing throughout her entire being."It feels like... like I''m about to take flight!"
His hands tightly grasped her thighs as they fiercely collided, both propelling towards the pinnacle together.
"I love you, Edith! I love you!" Raphael shouted with all his might at the climax, sitting up and pulling her close into his embrace.
"I''m dying, I''m dying!" Edith cried out, her voice tinged with a sob.
She collapsed onto his chest, their ragged breaths mingling in each other''s ears.
Raphael''s youthful and vigorous weapon quickly regained its strength. He smirked sly at Edith and scooped her up, stepping into the nearby streamlet.
The cool waters of the summer night sent shivers down the young girl''s spine, causing her to instinctively press herself closer to him. As they waded deeper into the stream, where the water rising just below their waists, Raphael halted and scooped some water in his hand, using it to cleanse the private parts of the girl in his embrace.
"Raphael, what are you doing?" Feeling his fingers wander naughtily, Edith gave him a pettish scold.
"I want to wash a peach for myself, but this peach keeps dripping with juice. It