I whispered as her insides molded into vibrant sensations. I used only but one word, one short mouthful of air until I reached her equilibrium. You see it took control and mental discipline for ventilation of her orgasmic senses to have reached its zenith. I’m calm, and in an instant I had placed myself in unison with her moans. I stretched until my muscles fully eradicated all possibilities of the impossible. "It’s going to happen," I said, as my sounds ripped through her soul and captured her wetness. I said but a few syllables, a few letters that when placed together formed goose bumps throughout her entire outline. “Can I fuck you,” and then I exhaled, and then I waited. The feeling was as if time had frozen over and her reactions were of a mild dissatisfaction. But when lingered and marinated, recollection of what age we were in, it was extremely potent. I could have felt her lips with intent to slip in at any moment. But when experienced, it becomes monotonous for routine pleasures, so why address them? Penetration is a mere lasting orgasmic passion without spontaneous actions, so I asked her. “Can I induce your emotions with luscious lust, fainting love, where your insides are eloped into explosive contractions, where the tip of my mushroom is inserted deeply into your molecules like an atomic thrust heading into the core of your g-spot. I will finger lick those lips with a whale’s tongue, and with hell’s heat I will grasp your skin with my claws and rip until pain is elevated into parallel motions connecting your moans voices. I want to… breathe venom onto your fibers and scream with my eyes begging you for more. I want to tear the living fuck out of you and I will not stop until time asks for forgiveness and you breathe in me begging me to stop.” Graphic! But welcoming as she inhaled the first breathes of her life, as if life had just been given to her. Her pupils dilated as her eyes rolled back and her lower jaw fell like gravity. Her emotions were flabbergasted out her thoughts onto my sweat. I felt as she felt, when held to a climax without intentions of coming down. As time had continued to tick I heard a “beep" sound as if my alarm clock shouted it out with its inner voice. And as I glanced to my side, after a long night of fucking, she was staring into nothing. Seduction!
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