Taken

The sounds of darkness are that of her moaning.
The heavy breathing of pleasure and the high pitch of her voice screaming.  
Bent over, deep penetration, hand full of hair, and her wetness going everywhere.
Pillow biting, sheet grabbing, makeup running, and eyes rolling back into her head.
I don't stop, I won't stop until her pulsating orgasm is reached.
Sweat covered, body glowing from the heat.
Deep breathtaking, chest rising causing back to arch.
I can feel the beating of her heart.
Hair in hand I lift her head to take a little look.
Her eyes roll down and connect with mine with that look of I've been took.