Hot & Wet, The Fantasy

Like fire and water
Stabilizing each other
A lava of boiling conviction
His fire...
His heat...
My jelatin molds to the consistency of indigo passion
He melts me with fiery closeness until my aqua flows
Flows as if my exterior were a skin of liquid emotion
And my interior...
A massive river of boiling cold
Parting my legs, he pushes inside from every different angle
Due to having been compromised by the size of his monster coculus,
His, long-digitus maximus...
My phospholipid bi-layer has been compromised
He long strokes his way through my pool of slippery wet
Melting into him completely, I taste of his fire
An acquired taste that is spicy to the tongue
A heated moment I would never forget
Laying caution to the wind
He sucks and licks and nibbles on me until my ice cream melts all down his ice cream cone
"You HOT mutha fucka,... dive all inside of me!!!"
I scream as he touches my spine with his in-depth perception
I can feel his flaming pressure heating my vital parts from the inside
Water levels rise but clash with his inferno, sending my pussy into a tsunami of catastrophe
It makes for an extremely bumpy ride
He holds onto my hair while fucking me from behind
My mind goes blank, and the only one thought remains,
Is that "I never knew doggystyle could feel so nice"
Parting my pussy lips with his perverse thoughts...
Thoughts dwelling in the gutter, but ready to spill over...
Like thunderous rainfall from the precipice of his mind...
He bends me and works me
Feels so good, but so bad
So wrong,
But, so right,
All at the same time
I scream out in orgasmic waves of exhilaration
Then, as I let out my last exasperating breath,
The tide ebbs and the sun sets...
Mixed colors of delight splashes across the twilight heavens
His warmth stays tattoo'ed on my extremely ravaged and sensitive lips
His fire almost scorches the pertruding part of my suculent clit
The scandal stays lying dormant in the back of my mind
It is like fire and water...
Like a pool of burning oil lying spilt on the Carribean Sea
I am the fuel to his fire when he is licking on me
I leave the taste of freshness in his mouth
Our colors blend together like a bittersweet symphony
Our orgasms orchestrate a carnal cacauphony
Like fire and water
We compliment each other
In my hot, naughty little fantasy
I am made for him and he is made for me...

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