Pleasure Island

Sinking her teeth into the pillow, a fist grips the bed sheets. Burying her face out of pleasure and disgrace, her toes curl, from what's taking place. Her hands solo, her hips bucking to keep place with its amazing grace. Blush skin, red face, fingers glazed with her lovely taste, as they imitate his aggressive pace, her waist twists and turns like flood gates. Clenching her teeth, as a quiet moan escapes. She's felt good before hand, but now, she's feeling great.