Lying on his bed she wanted him. A fire in the entrails was breaking through without compassion. Mad belly. Sex took on a life of its own and she wanted no other food than that powerful, shiny penis. Those kisses of infinite tongues. Of infinite tenderness. And she didn’t want to get wet but maybe it was her own pubis that missed the strength, her strength. Neither fiercer nor more meek. The right force that clung to her hips, that made her tremble, despair, dismount. And return to that car and its straits. And to the open field and the anxiety. And the rush and inopportune visitors. And it was said that everything was fine as it was. Despite not being a five-star suite, they were. Their skins brushing. Their skins wise.Her hand caressing that mast of passion. The mouth surrounding the glans, describing and trying to learn the way of her pleasure. The dexterous male fingers that slipped into the lush matter of their cavities. Hers that ran across his lips, into his mouth.Her gestures of unbearable enjoyment.And I watched him eat from her breast. And I looked at her and everything was perfect. The narrowness, even the fears.And now, on this white bed, she wanted him so badly her hunger could scream.I hope I can hear it â”he thoughtâ” I hope, like me, I can feel it now, throbbing, demanding, urgent between her legs. Just like I feel it between mine.The desire had her name, it had her voice, it had her eyes and her hands. And she could be the slave of her desire at that moment. Submissive and prostrate before her eyes.Best of all, he didn’t want her like that. Neither submissive nor prostrate, but free and happy.Best of all, they released each time they loved each other. And with each drop of that powerful filter that were their fluids in conjunction they created a new poison. And everything was possible. Everything was magical around them.They could love each other and disappear. They could love each other and stayAnd the poison lost its negative component from that moment.Lying on the bed she fantasized about two lovers, the two of them, capable of transforming and transforming.Despite hell under shorts. From the intrepid and brazen heat, she stood still, waiting for the arrival of the palm of her hands, the drawing of her lips. Of her own urgency, his, around her.And close the circle. And close in the perfect world that their bodies built.

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