P*S*Y THROB

Resting on the cushions of my fondest memories. My thoughts flowed through my body and disturbed some things. Visions came and went as I tossed and turned. These stills from my past made my body yearn. She on top of me with every stitch of clothing. When I closed my eyes the feeling was uncontrolling. No skin to skin contact but that of our hands and lips. As we inhaled one another, we couldn`t control our hips. Lips never parted for the slightest touch of air. No need to strip, in my mind she was already bare. Nothing but heat yet our bodies would shiver. The dampness felt between felt between us would`ve created rivers. The pillows had rolled, and now I on top of her. I opened my eyes but all I could see was blur. A discnfiguration in all of my surroundings. Yet when my lids rested, I had begun my mounting. I felt her breast pressed up against mine. The feeling was more intense because of the arch in her spine. She sucked on my bottom lip, and I felt her tongue ring. The submission I was in made me want to just scream. I couldn`t take anymore, I was ready to explode. But it felt so good to be at that point, and so I didn`t release the flow. Her body let me know we were on the same track. When she let out that moan, she was ready to climax. I had just the right tool for the job. And I was more than ready to put in work when I felt her p*s*y throb.