In the silent darkness, her lips found mine
Squirmed, angry and impatient,
Her tongue would slither inside, exploring,
Bolts of pleasure shot down my spine.
Hands, no longer mine,
Ripped apart her feeble shirt,
A moment she tried to pull away
But alas, the beast was out now.
Her ripe breasts spoke to me, silver smooth in the moonlight,
The beast within me growled and the primitive fires raged,
Pink nipples stood haughtily, twitching with excitement,
As I engulfed the entirety of the succulent areola
Sucking as if for eternal life, the other one I grabbed with a hand,
Till my lover was reduced to a pile of moans.
She squirmed and nibbled at my ear,
Sinking her teeth slowly into flesh,
Her long legs rubbing against the rod that threatened to tear through.
As she unbuttoned and held my shaft
For the very first time
It was my turn
To be shattered and rebuilt.
In the scarlet darkness, she would kneel down
Her eyes transfixed
Onto the pleasure she held in her hands
I waited with my breath
For a moment the world stood still
And then it erupted into a madness so complete
A joy so pompous
As soft lips wrapped around my thick organ
Engulfed in a moist warmth,
I grew inside her tiny mouth
And she took most of me deep down her throat
Till I was no more myself
Than the pleasure that emanated
As her lips rode the length of my shaft
With unparalleled fervor.
I must have reached a thousand wild climaxes
Before I came with the rapturous delight
Of the wildfire burning through forests,
Into her mouth, she gurgled and swallowed,
Tasting my seed that danced on her alien palate
And spilled down a little
The thick fluid glistened on her bare breasts
Hung on for an everlasting second
And fell down onto the blessed land below.
She stood up, a naked goddess before me,
Her breasts still shining under thick cum,
Sporting a notorious smile as she buttoned up her tattered shirt
I noticed the marks we had left
The scars, fresh and red in the faint glow,
Told a story of pleasure born of pain
We were young back then,
The pleasures would abate,
The fires of youth do eventually burn low,
But the first time you fill a woman’s mouth
With the entire juice your testicles could muster
And she looks you in the eye
While swallowing with a smile,
That’s a memory you rejoice
That’s a memory that makes life worthwhile.