I could paint passion, speaking words visual action,
stimulating nerves and moves to your satisfaction,
Body hug rubs heat the birth muscle contraction,
Pressed lips to tounge breach till our tounge leech, Splashing
syliva attraction, hand guiding down the body muscle relaxation, muscle contraction stimulating
my external awakening
your internal baking
your womb into a lustfull inferno
Juice leaks tightens your tunnel
Over pressured over flooding your funnel
Cold refresh back to melt warm loving
Your pleasure is my pain momentum is your gain
Your moans in my brain is my pleasure of your pain
Blood stiffining muscle pump check the fucking veins
Layers press my head sucking my meat blowing my brains.
Pleasure reversal to pain back to pleasuring the pain.
Sliding thru your massaging sticky vaginal frame.
Recycle the past tense we came.
Guided your legs your drained and lame.
Pressed on the bed between me and the frame.
Legs on my shoulders, gripping the hips,
Over you i hover, movement is swift,
Bed of comfort, i of tension, you forced to be dense.
Like bottom lips cought between an aggressive french kiss.
Merciless shift, angry dick, mashed against your vertical clit.
Better understanding your core is leaving you split.
Draining to be dripless, lick leaks lovingly, willingly to please,
Mentally senseless, consuming the goodness, gift of release,
Regripped in my arms, feel weak but the feelings not free,
Pressed in your slot, rattling the lock, my lockpick is your key.