Cuddle morning. A steamy night of sleep, we find ourselves. Tightens. Pleasure shared a closeness that looks hot. Mixture of the senses, an outpouring of feelings. Beings in the boil. We look at, observed, he smiled. Clumsy. All eyes are complicit. We caught, catches up. Magma moving flesh that graze, touch, slip. Against the glass wet, slipping a hand unable to hold onto. The scents intertwine in a moist heat. The mouths dry. The breaths are short. Thoughts are focused on the present moment. An eternal moment, time seems to stand still. The mind wanders. Is lost. Beings agree, become one. It seeks the air. Dance carnal passion. Haunting rocking. It would be lighter, almost ethereal. The body wants to wait, untenable. He wants to free himself from the vise grip of this morning. The goal is getting closer. The time has come to orgasm. Uncontrollable. A long-awaited pleasure over the minute that you invaded. Ineluctably. Air rushes, fills my lungs. The pleasure overwhelms me like a wave of broken waves. My body trembles. My feet finally touch the ground. I go down. Leaves the bed of steel and leave behind me this whore. This whore. This fucking strike.
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