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Pearl hiked up the small hil just outside her house, and she placed down the picnic basket before pulling out the picnic blanket inside it. She gently put it down, and she brought out all the food she prepared for the picnic.
This wasn’t just an ordinary picnic, it was to celebrate the one year anniversary of her and Bolt’s marriage. The apple tree she was preparing the picnic under was where she proposed to him, and Pearl knew that it would be the perfect place to celebrate this special night.
Pearl heard footsteps approaching, and she looked over to see her husband hiking up the hill. Bolt dressed himself up for the occasion like his wife was, and he was wearing the pine scented cologne Pearl got him for his birthday.
Although he’d seen her not even ten minutes ago, Bolt was still enamored by his wife’s beauty. She was wearing a short pink dress, and the moonlight peeking through the leaves only enhanced her beauty. He sat on the picnic blanket with her, and he picked up one of the sandwiches Pearl had prepared for the night.
Pearl scooted closer to her husband, resting her head on his shoulder as she started eating her own sandwich. “You look great tonight.”
Bolt put his hand under her dress, grabbing at her thigh as he leaned closer to her. “So do you. You look absolutely gorgeous.”
Pearl blushed as the couple finished off their food, and they both reached for the cookies between them. Bolt kissed his wife’s cheek, and he loved his hand to her crotch. Pearl’s body heat started to rise as her husband touched her, but she wasn’t going to complain if it was going where she thought it was going.
Bolt’s fingers went into her slit as he reached for the apple pie, which was made from the apples grown by the very tree they were underneath. Pearl gripped the picnic blanket as her husband ate the pie, and him licking off the caramel off his fingers wasn’t helping in the slightest. It was like he was trying to tease her, and the worst part was that it was working.
Bolt then took his fingers out of Pearl, and he started licking the slick off his digits. “What are you looking at Pearlie~?” He asked, knowing damn well what his wife was looking at.
“Bolt…” The Battle Bumper moved the leftovers and the basket off the blanket, and moved himself and his wife so they were now underneath the blanket. The darkness was only illuminated by their eyes as Bolt rolled up Pearl’s skirt.
Pearl had no complaints as Bolt pressed his lips against hers, and he snuck his tongue past her slit and into her pussy. He lapped his tongue over her firm clit, and Pearl relaxed onto the grass as her husband worked his tongue inside her. Bolt was very good with his mouth, and honestly, it was one of the many reasons why Pearl wanted to marry him. Not the only reason, but definitely a big one.
Steam filled the small enclosed space as Pearl’s heat grew, and Bolt moved his tongue towards her entrance. Pearl gasped as his cold tongue touched her warm core, and Bolt quickened his movements as her slick dripped onto his tongue. She was close to orgasm (and probably burning them to smithereens), and she threw off the picnic blanket as steam erupted from her body and her cum squirted into her husband’s mouth.
Bolt pulled away after licking her dry, and he looked down at his ravished wife. Her dress was now crumpled up and covered in ash, and Bolt straightened it out and dusted it off before helping her off the ground. He then whispered to her: “Let’s go home, I’m not done with you yet~”
Pearl had no complaints, and she let Bolt guide her back to their house for another round of celebration.