Climax rising

His uniform flows over his broad shoulders ripped like huge boulders
tank top covers
the dark almond skin of her lovers
muscular chest hovers
above her from under the covers,
her skirt ripped from when he rolled her closer picking her up, legs on his shoulders.
Her panties, in his face, her eyes rolled over, as he rolled them over. To the side, her mind drifts, as his lips take over. his cold lips, licks her over and over.  His thick wood, pressed into her hips, cause her nips, to freeze stiff, as he thaws them out with his warm lips, her garments, start to  feel like hot mits. She turns and twist, her hips out of her tiny outfit, g-string, strung over his manhood that barely fits inside her wetness. His thickness, causing things to shift, starts off slow, until his weight shifts. So sje shifts her hips. Getting him harder than a night stick, with a fat tip rubbed up, against her swollen clit, the wet tip feels like licks, so she whines her waist line over it with a slow twist thrusting it as it pulses, then they switch.  her tight grip the rhythm align as his hands guide as her thrust lift to greet his gift