Kayla felt him somehow get even harder under her nail. She didn't think that could be possible. She kissed his neck and earlobes gently, blowing lightly on the beads of sweat trailing down across her lips. "My my my, dear, you are hot," she purred trailing her fingers up to his belt line, lightly tugging the bottom of his wife beater, slowly working her way toward his back, pulling the shirt up slowly as she made her way around. When she had his back pressed firmly against her pert breasts, nipples restrained in ecstasy, his shirt had reached the base of his ribcage. She worked her hand in his shirt and to the bottom of his rock-hard pectorals, and scratched her nails in the muscle indentations.<br/><br/>All the while, she took her other hand and worked it into his pants, and grabbed his cock firmly enough to encourage a few excited pulses, or running her nails along his cut lines and beside his hardened sack. She felt herself begin to get wet at the thought of the things they would do together during this adventure here. She stood on her tip toes and bit his lats lightly, moaning slightly in her excitement. "Well handsome, are we going to make this a public or private event? I don't really have a preference. No poison ivy- that is all I ask. All that is certain is that I can not wait have you fuck me. Hard. And. Raw." She released him from her grasp and sat on the picnic table, spreading her legs, and unzipping her cargo pants. She reached her hand into them and began to touch herself. She was ready to get this show on the road.