Sucking More Than I Can Swallow (Take Two)

The camera scans across her silhouette with soft lighting behind her. The camera sees only her darkened form as she lies on her back. Her silken tresses obvious, blowing across her bosom as the camera moves down her body, frame by frame.

Suddenly hands appear from below, pushing her breasts together, thumbs flicking across her darkish brown nipples.

Her voice in the form of soft moans of encouragement barely rise above the music as the camera glides down her voluptuous body. Her legs are bent, knees in the air, feet on the bed.

Peeking into the scene is the shadow of the top of a man's head, obviously between her drawn up thighs. His sinewy arms holding her legs tightly as the camera sees his head nodding ever so slowly.

His strong arms grasp her tightly and roll them over. Suddenly she is atop him, his head trapped between her silky thighs but his arms still control hers, his hands squeezing her generous breasts.

Her head hangs down, her face focused on his administrations, and her hands clamp over his.

Moans become louder as the scene, still only silhouettes of their bodies with the soft light behind.

Her hips begin to move back and forth, slowly at first and then her whole body undulates to the rhythm of her lust, his head practically disappearing in her flesh.

The camera scans slowly down to skip across his hardened abs to show the effect of his oral endeavors. The shadow of an erect phallus, waving in the air, waiting.

The camera drops back to see her lean forward, crouch on all fours and then move back until her hair cascades over his face. Their faces touch, their lips hidden by her dark flowing tresses.

Then she slides a hand between their bodies, grasping his erection. His hands reach up to grab her ass as she sinks down on his shaft. Although the connection of their bodies is hidden in the shadows, her pleasure is obvious.

Her head tossed back, she flips her head from side to side as the passion overtakes her. She sits up straight, his hands shift to her breasts and hers clamp down on top of them. Her body heaves again, until the rapture she seeks arrives. Her orgasm even in the shadows of the silhouettes is obvious, her body shaking.

Slowly she leans down as their bodies meet belly to belly and her face reaches his, their passionate kisses again hidden by the dark flowing tresses.

The music fades as the scene fades to black.

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