Full Moon

Warm breeze creeping through the blinds, moon light casting its crystals onto her oil glossed brown skin like Hennessy in a Coke bottle. Naked, laying in comfort complemented by a glass of red wine she sips to her R&b playlist bringing her at ease, reading on her Zane. Feeling the Taylor, her fingers begin to flow through the stands of her hair entering her journey into her own personal treat in pleasure.

Her teeth gently biting on the corner of her plush bottom lip with her mental filled with temptation, her finger tips grazing across the back of her neck, down her sternum, to her navel, then between those thighs to her forbidden fruit. Her eyes begin to lower as she pleases herself. Warm breeze hits that soft skin again bringing in a masculine caress to her feet, the feel of nature's hands, massaging from her soles to her ankles while she continues to entertain herself. It's hands make their way to her fine thighs feeling on her honey coated skin with his lips smooching the upside of her Lavender scented feet, sending chills up her spine. His hands run it's course from ankle to her calf, massaging his way to her hips, then responds to her curves with finesse.

Kissing on her body, beyond astonishing, tongue down in her navel. Her body gets warmer as her ocean begins to flood between her thighs, his breeze becoming comfort at its purest. She runs her fingers down the crease of his spine then makes her way back upward to his neck, he climbs higher. Kissing on her chest follow the movement of his tongue, her fine figure in the grip of his hands.

The smile of the full moon peers on her while she bites her lip from the feel of sex on her ear, biting there with his hand caressing her neck before she turns over on her stomach. She folds her arms over her red pillow and rests her head on them.

His hands relax her body as his thumbs lay in the deep crease of her spine, her quiet moans become nature's music. Her hips tingle behind her skin where his solid hands lay before inching lower. The excitement rushing to her mental, her inner thighs getting relieved of its tightness through his thumbs experiencing full pursuit. The tenderness of her thighs become relaxed in a deep state from low to high, at the bottom of her apple adjusting the softness of the lips between her thighs, she bites her lip again.

His hand runs from her neck, resting her eyes.
Slowly walking it's way down her spine, easing her mental.
The palm of his hand on her hips, then her ass puts her body in a cloud as his approaches.
His finger tips travel down her leg and rolls off of her heel grabbing her into deep sleep. She lays there beautifully in her slumber.
He fades with the light of the full moon behind thick clouds and vanishes.

A Night With The Moon