The secluded botanical garden was closed to the public, but I had snuck in to find peace after a long day. The air smelled like jasmine, and the soft glow of moonlight illuminated the lush greenery.

I thought I was alone until I heard footsteps crunching on the gravel path behind me.

“Beautiful spot, isn’t it?” he said, his deep voice breaking the silence.

I turned to see a man leaning casually against a tree, his tailored shirt rolled up to his elbows. His eyes flicked over me, an easy smirk on his lips.

“You’re not supposed to be here either, are you?” I asked, crossing my arms, half-annoyed and half-intrigued.

He shrugged. “Some rules are worth breaking.”

We walked together through the winding paths, the conversation flowing effortlessly. At some point, we stopped beneath a trellis of hanging vines. The night was still, and the only sound was the distant chirping of crickets.

His hand brushed mine, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. “I’ve been wanting to do this since I saw you,” he murmured, leaning in.

His lips met mine, soft but insistent, as his hands slid around my waist. The scent of blooming flowers mingled with the faint cologne on his neck, intoxicating me, slid his hands down to my pussy, removed my pants start inserting his pen*s, every stroke was wonderful. The risk of being caught only made the moment more thrilling.