It was all right — natural, flowing, one sequence to the next, smooth transitions ;

our bodies moved in harmony

our warmths under a blanket
the morning sun dampened by the brown curtains
his breath and my breath
hands open on one breast and his mouth suckling the other breast
my hands up by my cheeks
fate, destiny, love, and home

he flicks his tongue and o’s his mouth around
switching between each breast when satisfied
his hard member grinding against my thigh and the mattress
we move in motions, deep breaths at the same time, closed eyes, sensations and imageries of the other and of the feeling
squeeze and ******, moan and breathe, up and down

I paw at his underwear, his sprung tent hard against my flower, my juices flow down my thighs; now he’s inside me, hard and long and thick,
and we move and he plants his seed inside me
I feel his member pump his seed inside me

his seed and my juice create a divine nectar
**** and a hint of sweetness, nectar,
thick and smooth and creamy, from the
fruits and harvest of our love