Lovely arches

Arches overhead frame a patch of grass that looks suspiciously like paradise, minus the dress code. A naked woman strides through the green, weight rolling from heel to heel, soles shining like they know they're the star of the show. She stops, tilts her toes down, and wiggles them, each wiggle throwing a wink at the guy staring from the marble colonnade. He crosses the lawn half-erect already. She drops to her knees, plants both feet together, and cups his cock between the arches like it's the very spot heaven wanted to touch last. Toes close, grip tightens, heels press, and a slow, possessive slide begins—arch pressing shaft, arches curling around head, arch meeting arch in a warm, sticky squeeze that turns a simple garden into one hell of a playground.