Legs widen, soft flesh lowers then waits.
A soft whisper of a moan drifts into the air as the softness of her folds slowly part…
Her body lowers again, the tautness of her soft pink walls caress the girth of his manhood, as his hips gently thrust upward…
Her breasts expand, but do not fill, as indescribable sensations spiral rampantly through their bodies.
Hearts race, desire of the flesh takes control of the mind, as voices become silent, while their bodies prepare to make harmonizing music together.
“Let’s make music, baby” he whispers soflty in her ear… She can barely talk so her nail into his hair answer the invitation.
His length disappears deep into the darken abyss of her womb, pushing her pink flesh open wider and wider, as it slowly soars on it’s upward flight.
Short breaths of air burst past their lips as hips move in a synchronize movement.
Fingertips dig deep into soft bare flesh as his length rise and fall inside her domain. And she moans and screams with pleasure.
Breast rubs against chest; sweat rubs against sweat, as hips softly collide head on.
The deeper his length ease into her domain, higher her voice whispers his name in his ear, as their minds are bath in sexual bliss.
The moon stares at them through the window, but before their dance of desire ends, the sun will be staring upon those lovers too… ‘Cause they’ll keep making music for a while…