Burning desires

Roberta Valente

He lay there on the bed, erect, warm, seductive. The nakedness beneath the white sheet was an enchanting sight. His gaze on my body was penetrating; I felt naked inside the transparent nightgown. I leaned lightly over him, lowered one strap of my camisole, then the other, which slid down his shivering torso. His hands now slid firmly down my back, while mine moved back and forth across the excited man's chest. I touched his neck, his nipples, while our mouths rubbed ardently against each other. Our tongues danced, wet and hot. My belly, yearning for pleasure, slid, soaked with warm liquid against his shivering skin. Then, in the throes of passion, he opened me, pressing skin against skin. The liquids of lust mingled. The strong, deep back-and-forth. I felt it in my belly, wet with excitement. He turned me over, opened me lasciviously, desirous. The lust, the heat of our bodies, the intensity, the lubricity. Then: loud, pleasurable moans. The pleasure flowing, hot, over our open buttocks. Lascivious, intense. More pleasure, more intense moans. The liquid flowed from our satisfied bodies.

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