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Body to body

Body to body

She took hold of his manhood’s tip. They were sat side by side, caressing each other placidly. His request of the day was that she showed up in lace and black. Hers, desiring to find his body oiled and moisturized.

As her tongue glided over his veined curved phallus, tears began rolling down her cheeks. She pushed his dick deeper into her mouth. She was there, wholly. Worshipping the rod. His eyes squinted in pleasure. He swayed his right hand over her hair as her head faced down in service.

She was on her period and had wanted to clean up before transcending into nirvana.

“Let’s go shower.” She proposed.

They were naked in the bathroom. Warm water seamlessly pouring from the artificial drizzle. They kissed ruggedly. His hands clutching onto her wet ass, her hands holding to his fairly hairy chest. He turned her to face the wall, lowering his fingers down into her gates.

A tinge of pastel red liquid streamed down her back thigh. She moaned faintly. Her back was dripping. She raised her right leg moderately, creating more space for his fingers whose motion was beginning to gain momentum.

Her groaning intensified as blood from her insides.

She abruptly turned her body to face him as if asking for more, as if astounded by the thrill. She then went on her knees, looked him again in the eye and shoved his member into her mouth.

They had increased the heat of the shower water by this time. It was steamy. There was no music in the house. It was silent outside. A harmless February afternoon.

She pleasured him with a firm grip at his tool in her mouth for a solid six minutes. After which it was time to move. They grabbed their towels, hastily drying their bodies and out towards his bedroom.

She spread her towel on his bed and pushed him to lie down on it unexpectedly. Coming up on him; gently inserting his dick into her, and started riding.

It was fast, and furious.

And the tears streamed again from her eyes. It was her body’s way of exhibiting gratification.

They looked at each other. Time seemed to stand still.

They both moaned to her exquisite movement.

He reached his hand out to her back and turned her onto the towel. She arched her body, ass to the heavens. Directed his thing into the wild universe inside her and humped his way into ecstatic oblivion.

God saw everything that he had made, and, behold, it was very good.

Onyango Otieno

Onyango Otieno is a cultural designer ardent in maximizing the power of storytelling for healing and connection. Onyango believes in the potent spirit of humanity collectively creating safe spaces for interaction, development, business and movement, for a more cohesive world.

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