Chapter 1: Chapter 1

In the dim light of early morning, she could just make out the figure of a man leaning against a tree, his back against the trunk, hands under his armpits, watching her. It was hard to tell in the dark, but she could see he had a beard, and it made him look older than his years.He was wearing a kilt, and it made him look even more distinguished.

"I'm going to cum," he gasped, and she felt his cock twitching inside her cunt. "Oh God, I am cumming!" He grunted, and a stream of spunk shot into her mouth, and she swallowed it as best she could.She sucked his cock clean, and he pulled on his beard, his eyes wild with passion, his face red from cum and sweat.

"Beaut iful," he murmered, stroking his beard once more. "Now hand me my sporran, I need it to throw the boules.