MidnightHarpy

I want to tell you my fantasy, I love when I look at my screen and see you there at the other end of me, I like to feel that your eyes just want to undress my body and make love to it, I want to keep talking to you because even in words I can see your soul and feel you closer to me. Over the days, I just want to get to know you more than myself. I love when you come to my room and take me with you to meet me alone and be able to waste love and sweat in my room. It's not just sex, it's feeling you and making love to you with my hands and feeling alive with every orgasm.

I touch my skin with silk fingers, while the night wraps my body with secrets. I breathe the scent of desire, that heat that dances in my veins. Your gaze is a spark, a fire that burns slow but deep. Your lips, a forbidden promise, that I invoke in the silence of my nights. I hear your breath, close to my ear, like a whisper of fire, that lights my soul and consumes every brake that binds me. I imagine you here, above me, a play of hands, mouths, bodies. Every caress a risk, every kiss an abyss in which I want to fall. And when pleasure blazes, the world stops, leaving us shipwrecked in the boiling sea of our sin.

Her pussy opens for me, her lower lips spread between my fingers like the beautiful wings of an exotic butterfly. I discover the vulva. What a beautiful pink flesh, shiny and lipped in her hole! He asks me to kiss him: suck me, let your tongue taste me, lick my source of fire, he says. Take my honey, swallow it; I want to have fun watching you do it. I'm mesmerized by the inside of her warm cave. I eat her vertical lips, I push my tongue until my nose finds the barrier of her pubis, I pick, suck, extract, savor, drink, swallow.. She moans and pushes my head. Wants more.

I sat next to her and kissed her for a long time, pressing her back against my chest. I noticed the reborn virility that bothered me in the prison of tissues. His tongue swirled around the roof of my mouth, wrapped itself around my tongue, drank from me; I drank it, a delicious heat that woke up my salivary glands. I nibbled her lips slightly. A crimson brush stroke that I wanted to taste in my mouth.

And so the time has come And so the time has come. We were left alone. The amber light of twilight played all around, cracking the walls. She was smoking, wrapped in a blue-white aromatic spiral. His crimson lips disciplinedly held the ivory mouthpiece. He laughed at my somewhat daring jokes. While I drank the long amber glass like the dying light of the day, which tried to prolong itself ungodly before the lord of the evening, I looked at her legs curled up on the fuchsia chaise longue, under the gaze of a Chagall.

Find me in your sheets I will dress in lace. I will give you my dark corners. We will paint this sad room in colors. Nake me without asking permission, I will make you lose sleep. Remove my desire until dawn that I will cure your torments. Remove my desire until dawn that I will cure your torments. On a night without wind and without moon we will unleash a storm and when I pass you will let me sleep on your lips

My skin burns, burns under your gaze. Every step you take towards me is a shock, a call, a sin. I feel your breath: it’s warm, irreverent, gliding over my skin, leaving traces of fire and desire. Your hands, bold, invade my space while I let myself fall, voluntary prisoner of your game. A bite, a moan, the border breaks. We're just bodies, intertwined tongues, and a fire that no one can extinguish.

The darkness envelops us, the skin burns. My hands seek you, they want you, they trace paths of fire on your flesh. Hot whispers, broken breaths, your lips explore, taste, bite. I surrender, but only for a short time. Passion is a wave that overwhelms us, bodies intertwine, souls burn. No rules, no brakes. just us, lost in pleasure.

Your fingers trace on my naked skin Soft and forbidden promises, Every shiver, every sigh, Is only an echo of our pleasure. Your eager lips linger, Burning, slow, they keep me, Consentful hostage of your ardor, I yield, I tremble under your fervor. Our bodies mingle, exquisite storm, The night sighs, time breaks, And in this incandescent vertigo, We lose ourselves, burning lovers.