The tent was filled with Simione's moans and when Hawk's lips started traveling down on her blushing body, the moan became constant and intense. It was raining hard outside and so the sound Simione made blended into the rain as it flew into the air, making a melody that sounded so sweet and alluring in both the lovers' ears.
When Hawk's tongue slid past through her most intricate part, Simione lost it all. She bit her lips hard and arched her body desperately wanting to feel more of it. His tongue was so hot and was giving her both pleasure and promise that right then, the supple power of her body suddenly awakened at it. Simione's naked flesh moved to each of Hawk's strokes, dancing to the rhythm it made, like a dancer executing a routine graciously in bed. Not long, something inside her burst and she reached a daze of exquisite sensation only Hawk was able to make feel. Her orgasm rose and broke slowly and the sound she let while drowned on it made Hawk felt so manly.
