So we lay on the floor of the balcony. I push deep inside of you, subconsciously thanking modern science for letting me fill you with nothing to worry about, able to enjoy the moment. Hot xxx I pull out, a thin, glistening rope of your moisture leading from your swollen lips to my head. So we lay on the floor of the balcony. Still connected we roll, I want the feeling of you dominating. The moonlight on my back gives me the courage to whisper in your year. (Her)
A man dying of thirst you say. Your breath, the bead of sweat slowly sliding down your breast, the glazed over look of seduction in your eyes. You slide down my chest, looking me in the eyes, the world slowly comes to focus as I back off from the edge, the material blind folding me
