“Feeling the weight and motion of her body like feeling each wave as I swim out to sea I watch her taste that sweet spot where everything else melts away. Moving to revive in her a fully climatic experience that forces her into a restful and suspireful awakening, the pendulum-like motion of her bridge between heaven and earth slides over my engorged pileus vein. With a bleating cry in feeling this state of elated bliss her seashell pussy then feels an orgasmic našwa. A filling and peaking drug of choice with a sudden rush separating the spirit from body.”
Book:Arabala