The perfect cream skin covering the shell of your flesh. The round curves held by your bosom and by your hips. Those curled toes held tight and taut. To that over-encompassing ache and pleasure coursing through the veins of your soul. Coursing through the nerves on electrical overload.
The small of your back dipping gently to the curvature of your spine. The tiny hairs raised in anticipation on the nape of your neck. The circle around and center of your petite navel. The long knobby joints of your gentle fingers interlocked into a rougher, stronger hand. The texture of your red full lips, pursed and pressed, then opened and receiving the intimacy of another's mouth. The long tendrils of your hair tumbling across your back, your breasts, your shoulders.
Slowly, then hard. The wetness of your inner folds receiving the rough texture of a mans hardness. The shape and curve of a girth ridden member pushing deeper. The depth of penetration along with the tickling, nappy hairs of a taut scrotum pushed hard against your inner waist. The sweat streaked skin of strong arms wrapped tight around the softness of your flesh.
The entirety of your body bouncing back and forth, up and down, to and fro from the thrusting hard, muscle tightened body lying over, yet against you. Explode in powerful waves and let the crest roll to a slow trickle as out pumps the essence of sexual ecstasy exuded from the hard thrusting member now buried deep inside the tight walls of your garden.
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