Ichika Kokujo

Erotic thoughts feeling her head
The sweet taboo, Ichika Kokujo
A firm grip on her hips lit a fire
Kissing passionately, embodying a primal sense of desire
Lustful breathing, quickened fleeting thoughts ravage
Stripping eagerly, his hands around her perky, firm breast
Ready to please her muse on her knees
It slipped in between her velvety lips
The taste was savory and pleasent
Her slit was wetting, slick with lubrication
Only to touch herself to this mind melding moment
He picked her up, laid her on the bed
Soft, tender, comforting, ready for pleasure
First slow, then deep, soon hard
Her legs convulsed and spasmed
Squeezing onto him
Now in an orgasm post haze
She begged for more, wanting him to fuck her soul
Manicured nails digging into the bed sheets
In a rhythmic motion his sweat dripped on her body
Her breast wobbled, her moans filled the room
She screamed for the climax
Electricity shot through the body
Both laid in bed, with the smell of bliss and sex