sex slippery glisten vagina welcome penis slurp caress and slide and squeeze, pulse and pulse and pulse and cum; pulse and pulse and deeper thrust and deeper thrust and pulse and pulse and grope and squeeze and kiss and hold and thrust and thrust. juices ooze. sweat glistens, skin caresses, throbs: heat and shivers. bodies cool and dry and separate held tight and slowly move again: warmth grows and pressure builds and slip slides ridged insides. pain and numbness court pleasure, sensory overload mocks desire; perseverance pounds and pounds and cums again. parts relax with gentle hip rocking: slowly, slowly. used wetness drips as body breaths find sympathetic pitter patter. vagina tugs on penis tugs on labia fights for one. last. fling. separation, hugs and cuddling, sweet nothings and nasty somethings bantered lazily about; fade to well-earned contentment. lips and tongue, then lazy, then not, rewaking once more the well-oiled machines and thrusting and sucking and pounding and rounding, smoothing and sanding and knocking and squeezing and thrusting and thrusting and rubbing and rubbing and slurping and flicking and pounding and choking and soft gentle tugs then hard urgent tugs then rhythmic the beat and the beat and the beat and the wet glistening sliding and inning and outing and all over the bouting and banging and banging and banging and banging and banging and banging and banging and banging -- and CUM. hand grasps the penis and deftly rehardens and urges toward exit most quiveringly clean. then hands grasp the breasts and hip rocking motion, careful at first in the smooth tunnel of worm, then faster and harder and harder and faster and hands are breast-kneading, waist-grasping, clit-feeding; frenzy pounding most urgent needs one more last climax, so distant yet promised, slowly slides near. heart pounding cock knocking breath shaking blood straining to transport more air for explosions: jaw set, rocky cock rocking in out in out in out in out IN OUT IN OUT IN OUT IN OUT... mind fading, breath held, lightheaded and dizzy and POUNDING and POUNDING and GROPING and KNEADING and FINDING the RHYTHM her BREATHING is CLOSER and CLOSER and CLOSER and CLOSER and one last is won and the two then collapse in post-postcoital bliss and the dreams that come haunt them are wonderous indeed.