cyprian

[continued]

...plying my skin hungrily for the couched contractions of muscle below, cresting her rhythm with my arched thrusts. I felt a warmth, wet and thick like her struggled breathing rasped close in my ear. My blood tickled in rivulets down my back as she slid me deeply, angrily, my hand tight around her swan neck and myself tight within her moist hips making her fuck urgent, thirsty for the suffocation of sense itself. Smooth convulsions rippled through her, juices running down the base of my cock with her hand.

[to be yet continued...]