Four boned fingers reach up and claw themselves around a pole of metal, a body runs downwards, toes crunched like snapped glass. She's self stretched like she's on a rack, a complete and torturous pleasure. Her soft delicate lashes flutter as her eyes pupils slide around to the top of her head, her cheeks flush as they fill with good heat. Her lips part. He causes this.
Achingly wet, the humours flow around the body, the blood in her veins pumps through her heart which pushes her breasts to a timed quiver. The spit in her mouth rests dry in her teeth and sweet fluid drips from her thighs onto his waiting lips and hands. She squirms and begs and pleads and swears and this is what he causes.
Her thighs are open wide, skin hinged on the bone, like a clacking jaw. She breaths hard and a moan slips from her lips. Its a soft and beautiful sound, guttural and earthy. She is human and animal in equal parts. She is fleshy meat, primal and desperate to come. She’s reaching for the cause.
He gives her all the feeling that she takes from the moment, he causes her to twitch. To run her hands through his hair, to stretch, shudder, slip and slide. To thrust at him and pull back. To be from her own control. When the earth moves away and the fire burns from the ground and smoulders in the pit of her stomach. When her eyes close into ether and there is a separation. He is there to open the door and guide her through the pleasure and he causes this.
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