Moans could be heard in the dimly lit room.
The room was spacey while still holding a four poster bed, a couch, a night table that sat beside the bed and even a small table against the wall. The floor was carpeted there was a large mirror situated on the wall.
A woman flung her darks locks back as she sucked in desperately needed air. She looked down at the man she was straddling and smiled.
The man chuckled as he stared at her.
He was...beautiful. For the lack of a better word.
His light coloured hair fell across his brow softly and lightly, curled slightly at the ends. His eyebrows were perfectly arced and his eyes were half-masted and burned with intense desire as he looked at the woman astride him. A sexy smile curled his lips that spoke of obvious lust.
He grabbed her plump breast and she sucked in a breath. He gently kneaded the mound, caressing her perked nipple beneath his palm, sending the woman grinding atop him.
She wanted more but she couldn't act on her desire while he was fondling...no...massaging her breast like that. Her mind was clouded as her breaths started to come in short and shallow bursts. Her eyes darkened by lust as she bit her lips.
The man continued smiling and as she was about to talk, pinched her nipples sending a jolt through her entire body that caused her back to bow as a scream rented through her lips.
She breathed heavily as she tried to regain her composure. Warm moisture was pooling between her legs and running down the inside of her thighs. She was so wet... Never had she been this wet in all her life... And that wasn't even a climax.
"Hmmm, you started without me?" Came a contented groan as another woman pushed herself up as she looked at them.
The man smiled as he looked at her. His eyes dark with emotion.
The woman stared into his deep stare that seemed to send spasms and jolts of sensation through her entire body. She crawled over to him, as if pulled by some unknown attraction.
She lowered her lips against his. The sensation that arced through her made her cry out, as his tongue them slipped into her mouth.
Exploring the warm depths, dancing with her tongue, sending chills down her spine.
The other woman continued to grind atop him as she tried her best to keep her eyes open to watch the two's heated kiss.
She bit her lips to contain the moan that threatened to rip its way out of her body.
She inhaled deeply as he slipped his hand over her nipple and slowly went down...and down...and down...
A cry erupted from her mouth as an unrelenting climax tore through her. She jerked almost violently atop him before she fell to the side.
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Death's Assist
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