The skillfulness of his warm tongue; His girth that effortlessly made her cum; The euphoria of sucking his thick hugeness as she looked up at him with her fingers rubbing her wetness. The way he sucked and licked her nipples as she was riding him that left her breathless. The anal beads that he slowly pulled out her as she satisfied her clitoris with a powerful vibrator. The way she intensely squirted with her hand on the back of his head; The memory of how he teased her pussy with his tongue and made her beg.
After the pleasure is over, the feeling of him inside her still lingers.
Black roses grow in the space of my heart that was left hollow; They are rooted in the rich soil of shattered love And showered daily with a perpetual drizzle of sorrow.
The quiet beauty of intimacy. The ineffable stillness of love.
Black silk brushes against her erect nipples; Her wet passion, drips from the length of his two fingers. She moans, wanting to taste his hardened thickness, But he fingers her deeper, and makes her beg for it. He teases her, kissing between her thighs and lightly blowing on her clit. She rubs her pussy vigorously, releasing instantly because she couldn’t take it.
Her experienced fingers excite the place where the feeling of pleasure still lingers. The privacy of darkness conceals the extent of her wetness. She is passionate, and in the comfort of her bedroom she can moan as loud as she wants and spread her legs wide in a showing of her sexual forwardness; she wants to have more orgasms, not less — so she spanks herself, fantasizing about the transcendence of pleasurable roughness. She is so wet. Her ass begs for the use of her vibrating dildo, so she gets up and retrieves it, returning to her bed then deciding to ride her pillow. The stimulation of her clit feels so fucking good; she moans as she lightly pinches her nipples. Still, her ass can’t be ignored, so she turns to the side with her pillow between her legs as her ass is thoroughly pleased from the dildo’s vibrating head; recalling what she said to a past lover in an erotic whisper, to herself she says, I’m your whore, make me beg. She screams, squirting on her pillow and all over her bed.
She sucks the full length of his cock with passion; her lips tightly wrapped around his girth as she greedily savors the taste of him. In the darkness, her fingers find the deep wet source of her pleasure — she rubs her clit first, before two fingers enter her. Her euphoric moans are muffled because her mouth is full. She teases the head of his cock with the tip of her tongue; he lies back with his eyes closed and amorously whispers to her, Take off the rest of your clothes. Sucking him in doggy position, she spreads her legs wider — rubbing her throbbing clitoris faster; with dripping lust he stares at her, and he wants to be inside her. He says her name again and again through beautiful whispers, and her pussy is so much wetter. She pauses her sucking to mount him; it’s been so long since she’s fucked him — his hugeness stretches her, and her wet passion runs down his rock hard length like a river. They both close their eyes and count down from five so they can cum together, but tonight she does not want him to release inside of her vagina; she quickly slides down and places her mouth on his erect hardness as he releases. Oh, shit; oh, baby, is all that he can muster, between tempered screams and heavy breathing.
