The fleshy entanglement happening held no love at all. It was only a basic and primitive display of lust dominated by the well endowed red-skinned bouncing up and down in the dim room.
It seemed like an instinct of all living beings, and just like with humans, it had also devolved into a pleasure seeking sport. It was sweaty, straightforward, and good. So good that the ashy-skinned participant below had to purse his lips to keep going without blacking out. So good the red-skinned dominatrix had a grin just short of looking unhinged on her lips, the dim light hiding the large lips at her midriff, but with the feminine protrusions of hers dancing with the shadows and stirring the wind as they followed her in her movements.
The green hair was not smooth and straight anymore, the muffled impacts at the point of contact of the two beings creating the symphony reigning inside. The sound went on to climb in a crescendo, as the frequency increased.
