Master of Art..

She was jealous of the camera he held in hand He clearly mastered the art of photography. ' Now can he master the art of me ?', she thought to herself. At the moment of her thought he slowly place the camera on a table near by and without moving his eyes for his tantalizing subject he moved close upon her and he pulled her tight against him forcefully making her feel the firmness of his masculinity throughout his body. She parted her thighs while wrapping one leg around his waist with applied pressure pulling him closer to welcome his entrance. Sensual melodies composed by the two as the sexual tension increases causing the arch in her back to quicken and deepen as his acorn capped muscle lengthens and thickens. The warmth of their bodies, skin against skin, vigorous friction causing streams of love juices to trail down her legs. Thrusting himself further and deeper as his hands squeezes her apple bottom, the penetration sending signals to her feminine to throw herself back at him and her pulling his face into her irresistibly and perfectly shaped breast urging his lips to part releasing his tongue out searching as she guides her breast to his lips then in his mouth. Successfully finding the nipples of her breast to lick and play with causes her stream of love juices to flow even more with potential of drowning his long thick muscle. Smell of sex fills the air. Chocolate upon chocolate, sweetness upon sweetness. Sounds of pleasures fill the room, she's calling his name over and over demanding more and all of him. " Oh..oh ...umm yess ...yes...YES. .YESSSSSS"