(Dorian's Perspective)
Fighting to keep the final tatters of my self-control, I rest my forehead against her flat belly for a few seconds, breathing the warm sugary scent of her pleasure, then obligingly crawl upwards to align us. My ẹrection glides deliciously along her satiny petals, catches and pushes in barely past the raised head.
Sandy throws her head back, moaning and writhing like a cat beneath me, and I swear nothing has ever been more gorgeous or erotic. With a sudden thrust, I bury myself the rest of the way inside her. Around me, her silky chamber contracts, molding to me perfectly with a slick flood and sending a syrupy-sweet wash of amatory delight dancing along my nerves.
