Silken bodys

I feel his smoothness under my finger tips. The way he moves makes my own skin goose bump. The thin frame of his nakedness exposed for my hungering eyes. Shall I cover him in lust, explore his every inch, maybe worship his hanging hardness. Its all almost to much.





Such wanton from his body and mine pressed together. Our blood engorged need writhe against each other. The feeling of the first slick drippings if his lust make my mind spin, the scent of his sex make my every nerve spark.





My eyes roll as I feel his lips linger with teasing kisses along my heated flesh. He binds me, I am his. He pulls my thickened sex this way and that, up and down. Tears flow from my eyes in begging please for release. Smiles and giggles from his pursed lips as they kiss my throbbing want.





He kneels between my splayed open body, I feel his every last inch of hardened sex slipping in and out of my secret place. Kisses and licks cover my face, lips, neck, nipples. All I can do is moan, grunt, groan, beg, and roll in my mind.





Its close, I can feel it now. His swelling need. My own growing thicker. I'm close, hes close, we are close to giving each other away to the waves of Ecstasy and light. His swelled sex fills me till I feel like I'm going to burst. I feel him let go of one then another gift is liquid lust into my needing sweating body.





My own Thickness gifts his chest with sweet seed. We roll and writhe together on a line of milky sweet nothingness. Nothing in out minds, only our souls intermingle and wrap tight around each other. Tears and manic lust as our body thrust and push against the needing sex wanting every last bit of each other. If we die, we die in a state of blissful flame of pleasure that's only pain is the thought of its end.