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It's a beautiful afternoon. I can't believe how nice it is. I just had to go out on my front lawn and greet the day wearing nothing but a camera and a pair of sunglasses.

How's that for sexy. Yes: I fully believe that some of you who read this site are such total horn-puppies, that you will become aroused by nothing more than the thought of a pleasant breeze playing around my bare feet and my naked thighs.

Ladies, I have heard your complaints about the lack of sensible footwear in pornographic imagery. I am eager to respond. Excuse me while I duck into the house for a moment.

Speaking of breeze... I want you down on your knees. Ever been to sea, Billy? --No, but I've been blown ashore many a time.

If you've ever gone down on a man who's completely nude except for a pair of rubber boots chances are you'd be at home in the Maritimes. We're not much for glamour and prissiness around Gaspereau Forks. Indeed, I have been heard to say that my type of woman is one who is not afraid to get down and dirty in the mud.

On this gorgeous afternoon, as you gaze up at me with your lovely lips wrapped around my cock, you might be given to wonder what sweet sensual thoughts must be running through this man's head.

There are some distinct advantages to living out in the middle of nowhere. We're going to celebrate the situation right now with a fiery February fuck right on my front lawn.

Down on your back. In the sunlight the grass is warm and wet. The odd patch of thawing ice might cause you to give a little yelp, but you can take it.

My muddy hands push your thighs apart. I've got something for you that the sun can't melt.

I clasp your wrists together up above your head. Pull your hair as I take you.

Some dirty lovin' for my dirty girl.