he kissed me hungrily pullin' my body to him so tightly that i felt myself melt into him.
Ropes of hair twirled about as he rolled me on my back.
Efforttless, i parted my legs, waiting for em' to come to me.
i heard the sound of the condom wrapper tearing as i gazed into the stars on the ceiling.
he lowered his body into mine, raining kisses down on me as i raised my knees and lifted my pelvis toward him, waiting to take me in.
My hot juicies bubbled with anticipation as he guided himself toward my womanhood.
i felt him at the edge of my doo, and as he eased inside of me, i thought i saw a shooting star across the heavens of my ceiling.
he moved in me with a slow, undulating ware rising high, then sinking low.
i met his solid thrusts with thrusts of my own.
each rhythmic collison sent a light sweep of my clitoris and my groaning match each plunge that he took into my wetness.
like waves, we danced the erotic dance, arching our bodies and arching for pleasure.
his thrust grew in forces, sinking deeper and deeper as he searched for the pearl within my walls.
his breath quickened; and his movements became less sexual but more mechanical as he tired to bring himself to climax within me.
i creased being his lover and became his tool and as i gripped him within my walls, his fevor grew.
he pounded imaginary holes into my womb.
he sucked his breath, whimpering, "Oh, God, im about to ... im about to ..."
and his body went stiff, his electric rod reaching to current within my wetness.
he shook with passion, stilling groans and momentarily stopping his breathing.
he lay inside me until his stagnated breathing returned to normal.
then he withdrew, rolling over as sliding the sagging condom from his retracting penis.
he tied a knot in, lazily flinging it on the floor where it would stay until i raised my voice in complaint.
he's sleeping, snoring happily in the bliss of his afterglow.