In words she works her dangerous tongue shaping the desires that were, are, and yet to ***.
Viper eyes of Egyptian fire surge towards me purging any urge I have to resist the demonβs lips that ache to kiss my tired flesh to death.
It has been far too long. Rain never looming. My eyes always averted, hands working out ****** frustration, but when I face her I yearn to bend to her whims.
She commands me to crawl and I do. She demands that I beg and I do. Then she tells me to devour her flesh as she devours me and my tongue whips viciously savaging her moist lips.
Legs parting, heart thumping, she demands all that I am as a man. I become hers and give in pumping with a passionate fury.
We howl, growl, and nip.
The wet sounds of desireβs fulfillment fills the room. We are consumed in such a sweet ****** tempest.
Till we part, only temporarily satisfied animals waiting to refresh so, we can feed the lust again, and again.