Blood-heat

A whirlwind of saffron hair and her brooding temper darkening, the lantern lit the room a maze of shadows and reflections,
His cock ached and throbbed like a giant knot what needed to be stroked out

Her moans was a racket of echo, reverberating through the plaza, bodies dismountaled, shadows shape shifting karmasutra

her wet panties gave way, soak through with her juice, now see-through, showing a thin line of pubic hair like black frost on a perfect mound, her g-string nicely tucked up her ass, what's hypnotic sway of its own voluptuous weight

she bent over in front of him, his pulsating bulge magnificent in his pants,
Rose petals upon the bed spread, her spine un-coiled as her blood flowed like magma

His body was carved out of royal dreams, cut and shredded, his skin thin had a hue of tawny polish, his hair had a slight tint of russet to it what was iridescent in the sun light

At first she winced at the size of his manhood as he entered her, working his way inch by inch guided by her wetness,

He plunged himself deeper rubbing along her g-spot, together they danced, as day faded to night, and dawn gave way to dusk,
His cum was like a triumphant spray across her swinging breasts