Salvadorian Sun

This very morning I can imagine cold, crispy sheets around my bronze back, torso leaning into her... Those never-ending legs, scissored around my solarplexes... lightly dancing with each gentle thrust I give her. Rhythm, ooooh...

Her sexy eyes close, my eyes open. The cold sheets thaw, warm liquid running down the crevices, those delicate breast, hot nipples tickle my chest.

Aww the window mirrors that beautiful morning sun, that El Salvadorean sun-- tepid rays embrace my neck, oh lord. The suction lightens, slowing pumping and pulling from those folded, sodden lips. First honeycomb color, then light coffee bean, hazelnut. Oooh what's this? Carmel tint with a hint of red, head spills out, choked up and tapped out. Remnants of my white sugary milk tardily egresses from me. Mami, te qiero. Beseme ahora mija.

Good morning