Two of the seven billion looks in the world were found. His sly look was like an aphrodisiac for his eyes that with subtitles told her how much I wanted to see her without clothes, greeted, rubbed and knew it was going to happen. Her hands grabbed her, and her fingers passed through her skin that bristled in a way that in Braille explained how she wanted to be eaten. He kissed her, rather than kissing her she sought words with her tongue that she never said along and breadth of her mouth as her lips resisted a war against her teeth.
His hands growing stronger and in confidence ripped off everything that wasn't natural to his body. Until she had her naked in front of him. He threw himself to kiss his torso. She went up and down, she knelt down, went up and down as well while in her mouth had that which made him a man. Touching, grabbing, feeling. All in a dim light while dusking, the unbearable heat gathers the two sweaty bodies over and over again faster.
Now he sits on the edge and she sits on top. The immersed in the ocean of his swarthy body, and his tongue as a rocket traveling through the constellation of his moles. She meanwhile made art with her hips, her strong sighs began to be groans. Then music, then ecstasy. The speed went up, he grabbed her hair and tried to look her in the eye. It didn't make it. They both endured the journey with their eyes closed. He would expand his body inside her, she would mark his imprint on his back.
The speed went down, the ecstasy increased, they made it slow but not tired. Want to completely feel the body of the other, he in a quickened sack all of it and it was like a river within it.
He fell to bed, she settled down and left the last of her dominating up while he did everything because she would come to the stars. She went into space and quietly left everything, broke a silence with a deep cry from her and fell rendered in his body. A wet kiss from both bodies is energy. Hands skimming the bitten skin, and the face of Bliss impossible to hide.
