EbersMoll
Male guru apparently
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Skin goosebumped in turn
as strokes strike raw desiring
pain overshadowed
After the contact
Comes lustful desire, 'more please',
She requests, she pleads.
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Skin goosebumped in turn
as strokes strike raw desiring
pain overshadowed
After the contact
Comes lustful desire, 'more please',
She requests, she pleads.
her eyes cry volumes
deep blue pools yearning for more
He licks His lips, Slap!
The wonderful sting
triggers physical response
Preparing the way.
Sting resonates through
His firm hand reddened and poised
over skin yearning
Then he soothes her flesh
Albeit briefly, soon he
Grasps his black flogger
Sighing, then gasping
Nerve endings' memories spark
she closes her eyes
Divine rhythmic strokes
Drive her forward to climax
He is her pilot
Charted with firmness
He guides her through waves crashing
she drowns with fervor
With lustful passion
Bucking, her deck rolls and heaves
He is her focus
Eyes locked on Furies
screaching as she rides His wave
triumphant in bliss
As deamons possessed
They ride on wings of passion
His essence soon sown
Clamoring, clawing
her Source open and wanton
His essence planted
Time's standing halted
Muscles tensed or spasming
The consummation.
Bodies taut, now caught
in this net of ecstasy
melting toward bliss
On the very brink
He sharply withdraws, teasing
She is oh so close.
whimpers of protest
escape lips meant for silence
His laugh full of lust
Strong hands grasp her hips
She's spun, face down, hips get raised.
She pleads for release.
Lost in His embrace
she yields all in passion's hold
begging now with screams
Minds tuned, urges checked,
Fighting desires he is still,
Until ripe loins meet.