ed each other, their bodies intertwined without restraint, and embraced each other naked in the moonlight.
"Your nightingale is truly powerful, my Raphael! It should be called an eagle," Edith said, admiring his manhood.
"Then hurry put the eagle in its cage, angel!" Raphael greedily kissed her breasts, his words muffled.
He lay on the grass, arms open wide, inviting his new bride. Edith straddled him, her anticipation growing as she used her hands to part her own lips, welcoming his bird into her warm and enticing nest.
Raphael, stimulated by both sight and touch, let out an extremely blissful sigh that resonated with pleasure.
In that moment, he suddenly recalled their innocent days, when he too had stripped off his clothes and frolicked with Edith in the waters of this stream. Back then, as a young boy, he couldn''t comprehend his father''s disdainful mockery.
And now, here they were, truly undressing together in the wild, like two rustic young souls with nothing but youth and love, rendezvousing and rolling on the fragrant green grass.
Euphorically, Edith galloped upon Raphael''s body. Beneath her, this noble white steed with its golden mane fearlessly carried her, providing more exhilaration than any horse she had ever ridden before.
As she rode faster and faster, gradually transitioning into a sprint, she felt herself melding completely with the young man beneath her.
"Oh, Raphael, faster!" Edith gasped rapidly, her breasts and hips trembling with indescribable sensations coursing throughout her entire being."It feels like... like I''m about to take flight!"
His hands tightly grasped her thighs as they fiercely collided, both propelling towards the pinnacle together.
"I love you, Edith! I love you!" Raphael shouted with all his might at the climax, sitting up and pulling her close into his embrace.
"I''m dying, I''m dying!" Edith cried out, her voice tinged with a sob.
She collapsed onto his chest, their ragged breaths mingling in each other''s ears.
Raphael''s youthful and vigorous weapon quickly regained its strength. He smirked sly at Edith and scooped her up, stepping into the nearby streamlet.
The cool waters of the summer night se