Painful urges, salacious cravings, the uncontrollable itch that comes from the need to feel our bodies entwine as we begin to discover each other with nothing but exposed and reckless abandon.
Hip thrusting, pelvic grinding, passionate waves flowing as we embrace, touch and the game changes from psychological seduction to the beauty of skin on skin in the game of lustful depravity.
An embrace that interlaces passion leaving us in a heated state of sweaty, breathless entanglement as the world around us dissipates into nothing but background white noise.
Poking, scratching, punching, biting, slapping, fucking. Assault of the senses and satiation of lustful and lascivious needs…
Souls connect as passion roars and a tempest of depraved and debauched delights begins to flow.
The cravings that encroach as you take her, placing and positioning her, sliding yourself inside of her and claiming her as yours.
Your body against hers, your scent staining her flesh for but a moment, before she absorbs your entirety, fitting within her as she takes you, her cunt inhaling your manhood, gripping you like a glove...
