Anthologies of Alastair Darkmoon & Madam Chaos

I Scream, You Scream

A: I'll moan for your relief and you moan for my relief 😂😂

M: Mmmmmm
I think the rhyme is 'you scream, I scream' 😉😉

A: I definitely like that rhyme
I Scream, You Scream, We All Scream for pleasure

M: Mmmm, but we can start with the moans. Moaning as I feel your lips & teeth against my shoulder, rising up my neck, your hands hard on my ass

A: Moans coming from you, pressing lips to your neck, giving tender kisses, my hands grabbing your ass, squeezing it.

M: I'm loving your hands squeezing me roughly. You move up to my lips, kissing deeply, but as soon as I feel you trying to open my mouth with your tongue, I pull back. I smile & try to weasel out of your grip.

A: Kissing you deeply, making my way in your mouth, I feel you pull back with a smile, trying to resist me, placing my hand deep in your hair, grabbing a hold of it, bringing you back to my lips

M: With your hand in my hair, my desire to run away from you is gone, wanting to lose myself with you, with our shared breaths.

You gripped my shirt & pulled until the buttons snapped. I reached for your pants. I whispered, "Don't make me get rough with you."

You say, "That's my line." Your deep voice swirls around me like silk.

Undoing your pants, I take you in my hand, watching your eyes as they show their delight in my touch. You pull my lips back to yours, moaning as our tongues play with each other.

You push me down onto the stairs, followed by your hands & mouth on my chest, searching, teasing, tasting, sucking.
It's my turn to grip your ass, grinding you against me, as you ravage my tits

A: My desire for you skyrocketed, pulling your buttons apart, exposing your tits as you reached down towards me, hearing a whispering "Don't make me get rough with you"

That is my line as you take me in your hand, stroking so gently, bringing you back to my lips as we play with our tongues.
Placing my hand on your chest, pushing you into the stairs, going straight towards your tits as you're grabbing my ass, pressing my face harder into your chest, tasting every inch of your tits, sucking, flicking your nipples with my tongue.

M: My heart gives an extra thump every time your tongue teases my nipples, wringing out more cries of want from me, fueling you into being rougher. Your hands press into me harder, making sure that marks will blossom.

You move to settle yourself on the stair at my neck, your knees on either side of me, placing your manhood on my lips. My tongue sneaks out to lick your tip, tracing patterns across it. I heard a moan escape you. I want more of you but you have me trapped.

You tease me, letting only your tip cross my lips. I was able to get to your cusp, playing my tongue across the sensitive spot just underneath. The more I suckle at you, the more you moan.

You lean forward, bracing yourself on the stair above me, & start thrusting, fucking my mouth.

A: Giving your tits the attention that they need, twirling your nipples with my tongue, pressing my hands, turning your skin into the color of roses.

Settling myself on the stairs, straddling your neck between my legs, letting my member fall upon your lips, letting you lick my tip, letting out a deep moan from being sensitive, seeing you trapped.
Seeing your tongue lick across my tip, making your way underneath. The more moans come out, making me want your mouth more as I start fucking your mouth, seeing your eyes light up as you can't escape from this. Using your mouth as a fuck toy as spit comes from your mouth, giving a chance to take a breath before going back for more.