CHULANE
blending into the darkness, & it gets harder to see
Motion happens. Waves break against their skin, thrashing and rolling along the edge of the tub, some splashing over, all of it moving, swirling, dancing along to the beat of lust they pounded so passionately with each other.
He hones his focus onto her, as her grip rolls up his length, he feels her set a rhythm - his hips roll with it, lifting her, shifting her all the more into his awaiting clutches with every wave. The rhythm does help to give him structure, an anchor for him to steady himself against, for him to just revel in this with her.
Fingers continue their dance, his thumb continuing to apply its firm circular motion to the bundle of nerves that bring her pleasure, while his index and middle venture forth into her cavern, listening to the beat she directed - he was but a willing musician in this symphony of pleasure she was conducting.
All the while his hips roll with her, his mass grunts and groans, his mouth tastes the skin along her neck. Teeth scrape along the taut skin there, not biting so much as nibbling, testing, biting down slightly harder if she wanted it, returning to kissing her otherwise. In her hand, his manhood throbs and aches with need, but still their rhythm rolls on.
He hones his focus onto her, as her grip rolls up his length, he feels her set a rhythm - his hips roll with it, lifting her, shifting her all the more into his awaiting clutches with every wave. The rhythm does help to give him structure, an anchor for him to steady himself against, for him to just revel in this with her.
Fingers continue their dance, his thumb continuing to apply its firm circular motion to the bundle of nerves that bring her pleasure, while his index and middle venture forth into her cavern, listening to the beat she directed - he was but a willing musician in this symphony of pleasure she was conducting.
All the while his hips roll with her, his mass grunts and groans, his mouth tastes the skin along her neck. Teeth scrape along the taut skin there, not biting so much as nibbling, testing, biting down slightly harder if she wanted it, returning to kissing her otherwise. In her hand, his manhood throbs and aches with need, but still their rhythm rolls on.
try to stand & unravel what a man's gotta be
