KRISTEN_777

It was evening, they were both so drawn,

It attracted, sucked into the rut of passion -

She was drowning in his arms,

He basked in her caresses in paradise.

Tearing off hot clothes

Naked bodies merged,

The blood was boiling, it was burning somewhere between...

It flowed so sweetly in desire.

He painted pictures with his tongue

On a body heated to red,

She wanted this man

Drink every drop like a glass of wine.

Lying on the seat in his car,

Spreading her legs with a tremor on her lips,

Already loved this Sunday

And I didn't feel any fear at all.

And he entered her so sharply, so boldly,

Lingering, his gaze caught her.

So in the voluptuousness of the wondrous process

He teased temptingly and deliberately.

Hair is tightly clenched in palms,

He keeps up the crazy pace

He tore groans of passion from her essence,

Introducing the strengthened instrument deeper.

She screamed, she wanted more,

More painful, stronger, until my shoulders were bitten.

Drops of salt trickled down their skin,

My head was spinning and my speech was slurred.

His eyes are sky blue

Sparkled like a wild animal,

And his thin fingers are crazy

Sliding, they squeezed her waist tightly.

She kissed him so passionately,

Caressing the nipples, neck and navel.

Squeezing his member tightly in his palm

She licked and inserted between her legs.

Above him she flew up, fell down,

As she impaled herself, she fought harder and harder,

She was rapidly approaching orgasm

And she melted blissfully from passions.

Weaved into each other, squeezing each other tremblingly,

Captured by burning bodies.

Calming down a little, then continuing again,

They committed sexual mayhem