leaving tiny traces of clothing, that lead her to the bathroom.
with her bosom being held captive, and her yoni tightening, loosening syrup, to preserve itself.
she begged for it, she wanted her grace to be doubted, contaminated by the thought of a man's lingam inside her.
she picked him up, from his socket and began to choreograph a classic piece of pure ecstasy.
she began, with the gush of cold water that trickled
down her dense, black woods discovering the hidden jewel that Gia guarded so vigilantly.
He began to work harder, mixing his cold, piercing spring with the melting honey,
her breaths began to dominate her, her deep breaths became slower now, and she felt united.
Her mind polluted her, even further, she saw the man whose potency slammed the doors to Gia's country, ripping into the walls, causing a delicious, captivating, stinging burn.
She wanted to be knocked again, her walls, broken down slowly but purposely with much force of the mind and soul.
She let him take full control, while her other hand reached to free her bosom from their captive state. Let them breathe free, let them be magnetized.
Grabbing one of her naked bosoms, clasping it firmly in her palm. She began to make, the production of the end.
her tongue outpoured saliva all over the body. she felt lewd, as though her virtue was now attacked.
she sought comfort in the form, of breaking partitions and universe connecting pleasure.
her breaths became deeper, as He drained the great cold oceans onto her dark forests, drowning her, and shredding her of everything. it was a hair's length apart.
her heartbeat racing, her breaths now joined to the evolution of her body from a virtuous soul to a corrupted, yielding slave to desire.
Her body seemed to respond to these thoughts, working to move of their own free will. They are detached from the mind in desire for the ultimate pleasure.
The water hit the final sweet spot, in her mind, he had finally slammed his way into her. Her yoni hardened and thrilled at the thought, producing more honey to compensate.
her hand made her way from her lovely bosom to her, the forest's ornament, stroking the summit as forceful as imaginable in the hopes of sabotaging herself with the pleasure she seeks.
her body arched, her toes dug into the bathroom tiles, the body wrapped in salty tasty sweat and knew, she neared the end.
she began to stroke hard, moaned harder, and cried to the gods above for the grace she had infringed. the water seemed to infiltrate her, break down her walls. The thought drove her mad, a red face and soaring on pleasure, she ran the last leg as strong and swift as she could.
her entire body moved to face the space above, pure crystal liquid came out of her, and the collection of all her impurity began to come in the form of her squirt which she received in a squealing cry. her body moved, again and again, to impersonate her moving against her man's defilement.
it all seemed so fast, yet felt a universe apart, she settled down, unable to stand. purple nipples and a pain in the back.
Apparently, this is my impurity, but the fruit does taste sweet.