The midday sun filters through the swaying trees as the hammock rocks gently in the wind. You start with slow, teasing kisses on his cock before sinking to your knees, your lips wrapping around him as the breeze cools your flushed skin. His fingers tangle in your hair, his quiet moans mixing with the rustling leaves. When you climb on top, straddling him, the hammock shifts beneath you, adding to the intensity of each movement. You ride him with slow, deliberate rolls of your hips before picking up the pace, the wind whipping around you as moans escape into the open air. The hammock creaks, your bodies pressed together, lost in the heat of the moment under the bright afternoon sun.