#25215 - She placed her hands on his heaving, muscular chest, loving that familiar feeling of his heartbeat and the height to which his chest rose in excitement and adoration at seeing her. The car pulled up to the gate, and Freddie removed his hand from between Natalie’s thighs, where it had rested teasingly the whole journey there, a faint pressure on her crotch which had made her squirm and quicken her heart rate to a rapid pitter-patter. The sun had fallen low, to mere moments before setting outside the window, which overlooked the sprawling golf course hidden by the forest all the way down to the ocean, where as the two lovers lay heaving in unison, Natalie’s body falling softly down onto Freddie’s with every breath, the waves softly pounded against the shore, and the sun skipped lightly, playfully over the pattering sea, eventually landing with a weightless flutter upon gerbera daisies bowing to the wind.