Imagination running wild as the thrusting subsides and you meld with me in a slow, rhythmic motion.

a slow rhythmic motion, like being rocked gently in a hammock by a cooling breeze, all the while caressing and stroking

caressing and stroking my hair after we make love will either cause me to fall into a deep slumber or stir my senses causing me to need you again



(OK Glyndwr...who told you about my hammock fantasy;) )

again and again I return to your side, watching you sleep, your breasts rising and falling with each breath

each breath along with each powerful stroke draws me nearer to climax

climax is so desperately close as the tempo builds between frenetic writhing bodies

bodies glistening and damp as our thrusting becomes more rushed

rushed to the edge then slowed before screaming your name in lust

lust drive me to push harder and harder into your tight slit

Tight slit of a virgin pussy was rend and blood oozed out

oozed out of his cock, then began to shoot in spurts onto her glistening globes

globes glistening with the warm sticky residue of his ejaculation, she rubbed his juices slowly over her chest, pausing only to lick the excess from one nipple

one nipple became puffy and stiff as he gently pulled the ring attached

attached to his bed she could only writhe and moan in pleasure as he played with her tender breasts

her tender breasts were his downfall.....he couldn't hold on much long until he