There is no greater a pleasure than in pleasing her. She moans beautifully when his tongue flickers with perfect pressure. She loves tasting her own ecstasy from the length of his fingers. Deep breathing always intensifies, when fully erect girth enters and the body starts to shudder. Wonderful chemistry is the poetry of lovers. Classic French perfume on satin is the euphoria that lingers. Elegance exudes with diamond earrings left on a beautiful antique dresser. Her eyes are almond, and her hair, long and dark with a silky texture. Two Sagittarius fires burn bright together. They so badly want each other, that they may fuck again in the shower, not even five minutes after the last dose of euphoria was over. Still, her perfume lingers on black satin covers. Excellently pedicured deep pink colored toes against a black satin backdrop caused her lover’s mouth to water; before he arrived at the place of her wet ecstasy, slowly, he sucked her toes passionately and thoroughly. Her perfume so intensifies the emotions of his ecstasy. With neck kisses, he experiences bliss as he inhales the scent of her deeply — liquid perfume and perfumed body powder is but a small portion of her feminine secrecy. Classic French perfume pervades black satin perfectly.
She rides the stiffness of his tongue with the intention of an explosive culmination; with experienced wit she positions herself so the fleshy flexible tip touches and brushes perfectly against her clit in beautiful rhythm — her desire generously drips, and he does not waste it, eagerly swallowing the sweetness of her passion while she erotically whispers and looks down at him. To intensify the pleasure that lasts, she’ll feel his wet tongue zealously exploring her ass without her having to insinuate or ask, skillfully using her own fingers to manipulate the pleasure of the place his tongue just entered. Seeing the size of his hardened cock causes her mouth to water, the sentiment of sucking him ardently not escaping her. She wants to cum on his tongue again, but after, she wants to be fucked with hedonistic vigor, then be fucked even harder.
The sweetness of lips — the lust that drips — the moans that ensue when strong hands firmly hold black lace over hips — the unintended release of long held intimate secrets. Fuchsia polished pedicured toes in clear stiletto heels peeking through black stockings, ripped — the thickness, length and hardness of what she sits — the way she intensely gives oral pleasure on her knees as she rubs her clit. It is always just before climax comes that she whispers, Oh shit — it is always after an emotive fucking that he gives her a passionate kiss — after the pleasure, a mental replay of everything erotic.
Erotic euphoria allows no room for deep contemplation as the body submits fully to passionate rhythms of unwavering stimulation — erect nipples and flowing wetness signify the depth of anticipation, because it has been done so many times before in the comfort of privacy, allowing for sensual expression that is expressed sometimes quietly but most often loudly. Remembering her last intense fucking, she utters, Fuck my pussy, with a large object inside her and her twitching clitoris being massaged expertly by experienced fingers; her left hand slowly moves up to rub and lightly pinch nipples that well know the feeling of the tip of an eager tongue. Imagining him there, she whispers, Please make me cum, not stopping her erotic rhythm for anything or for anyone. What would her high society friends and acquaintances think if they knew that she tasted herself eagerly, licking the wet passion slowly with the tip of her tongue? The beauty of her expression is that she doesn’t give a fuck. She loves telling her lover that she wants to be fucked upon seeing the girth of his cock that she so likes to get on her knees and suck. The lingering taste of him intensifies her want. She opens her legs a little wider to deepen what is vibrating inside her, intently moving her fingers over what is most receptive to pleasure. Her subtle beauty is her femininity and the womanhood of her. To true pleasure, she is no stranger. She is accustomed to marathon fucking and well hung men with stamina. She lies in her bed; her leg hanging off the edge. Her hair flowing into soft pillows, like a vast ocean at the mouth of many rivers. When the height of pleasure finally finds her, there are no words that she can utter. Her pupils dilate. Her body shudders.
Slowly, I inhale her and exhale with a transcendent euphoria. Around me, things fall apart. Days of yesteryear weigh heavily on the frayed threads of my psyche. Slivers of solace are found in every intense release. My mouth waters to please her; the essence of her on my tongue is something that I’ll always remember. A woman fully steeped in her femininity is a polished diamond in exquisite rarity. Her moans of pleasure are the sounds of a wonderful orchestra performing on the bank of a wondrously flowing river. Her kisses quiet the grumbling of my lament. Her breasts envelope me, and I am lost in the depths of sensuality. She rides me. She fucks me — and it takes away the pain. Her unbridled sexuality is my therapy. She switches to reverse cowgirl and looks back at me. Deep pain and eroticism come together and form a beautiful intensity unexplained. Passion heightens; tears stream as sorrow is drawn out of me. Again, positions are switched, and she wraps her legs around me in missionary. Without breaking eye contact, we kiss passionately as she wipes the tears from my eyes. I must give her all that is me — I cannot lie. Eroticism and sorrow are strange bedfellows. I turn her around; she moans with ecstasy. Her face supported by soft white pillows. Again, she looks back at me. Again, I take another dose of her potent therapy. Every euphoric breath that she breathes is my reprieve. Gloss pink peeps through the holes of black heels. I kiss the side of her neck wildly and breathe in the scent of light sprays of Channel N° 5. I exhale the pain with rolling tears and closed eyes. We release together, finding the climax of our pleasure, and I am truly alive. We release together, on our sides; her head turned towards me and her leg draped over mine.
She breathes heavily and tastes herself, utilizing her hands efficiently, pinching her erogenous erect nipples and rubbing the source of her wetness with vibrating metal in rhythmic motion, intermittently lightly and heavily pressed against wet and throbbing flesh.
Inanimate objects keep the secrets of the erotically anonymous. Oh, if only walls could talk and tell of heavy breaths of lust and euphoric screams from every thrust; or the arms that brace against them when wetness drips in white satin; or the girth that teasingly rubs against a pulsating clit before it slowly slides in, causing an intense orgasm from euphoric anticipation and adrenaline; or the shaking legs that are widely spread, supported by red open toe stilettos that display glossy red gel nail polish on sexy toes. Fucking will commence, but only the two participants and inanimate objects will know. Makeup is smeared against white walls, leaving behind the only sign that she used her face to brace herself as she brought herself to orgasm by rhythmically rubbing her clit as she was fucked hard from behind.
Oh, if walls could talk and tell of the exquisiteness of ecstasy right before and after a lustful voice whispers, Cum for me. The walls feel the reverberation of her release, but they keep their silence. They never speak. Forever silent, they will never speak. Red heels make sounds that echo from walls because of shaking legs and the hardness underneath, but imamate objects hold secrets that they will never speak.
Luciana’s last lover didn’t know how to touch her, and his inexperienced tongue couldn’t please her. She tried to be his erotic teacher, but her frustrations boiled over. She would even touch herself in-front of him so he could learn the most secret places of her desire, but he was inadequate and had no fire. She loved the hugeness of his cock, but he couldn’t quench the blue flames of her desire. She would mount him and tell him to stay still so she could enjoy the length and thickness of him, but he would never last long enough for her to reach orgasm; her often visible anger was the manifestation of her sexual frustration. She was tired of having to play with herself right after sex to reach her climax. On more than one occasion, mid-fucking, she stopped him and instead used her magic wand and butt-plug in-front of him to achieve satisfaction.
Now, in experienced hands with a new man, Luciana surrenders herself to pleasure, eagerly getting on her knees to suck her new lover’s cock before he uses his tongue and fingers before penetration to please her. Her throbbing pussy hasn’t had a tongue like his in so long; two fingers are inside of her at the same time as his skillful tongue makes Luciana close to climax as she heavily moans. He navigates her body amazingly. He is a diligent lover. He is not lazy. He introduces her to new positions that increase inner as well as clitoral stimulation; she’s intrigued enough to eagerly try them again. She is a mature woman who only an erotically seasoned man could satisfy. Her desires are intricate, and her sexual appetite is not mild. Luciana is not shy in her approach to pleasure, and she is not afraid to vocalize her most lascivious desires to any lover. She truly appreciates men who are well hung, and who practice excellent dental hygiene and can fuck for hours with never-ending stamina. She is a gorgeous woman with a beautiful vagina.
A few of her past lovers boasted about their sexual prowess but couldn’t last more than five minutes inside of her. Luciana could pass for a woman half of her age; her long dark hair, beautifully accented with strands of silver. She sees no need to dye her hair — in a mini sundress with a plunging V-neck and stilettos, she causes women to take note and men to lustfully stare. Her sensuality is exuded flawlessly, and she has an erotic flair. On top, is her favorite position; a man would have to be in good shape and exude sexual discipline to take the intensity of her aggressive rhythm to last more than a few minutes and following seconds. For her, one orgasm can be gratifying, but she loves to cum again and again. A seasoned lover will know that when she say loudly, Just fuck me, she wants to be fucked roughly to reach her release. A sheepish man would be somewhat intimidated by the levels of her sexual intensity — but her experienced lover lies her down on her couch slowly, to take his time with her tingling body, pleasing her willingly until she reaches the higher heights of her ecstasy.
She tingles with anticipation, breathing heavily without being touched. Her wetness denotes the depths of her sensual rush. For so long, her true desires were hushed. For so long, her hopes for unbridled sexual expression were crushed. Patiently, she awaits the ecstasy of agony; leather strikes against willing flesh will take away her breath. With every lascivious whisper in-between the familiar feel of leather, she will be become wetter, and her breathing, deeper. Her wet desire will be explored with experienced fingers — places will be explored by the tip of the tongue where far after it’s over, the ecstasy will still linger. She will be blindfolded and fucked, and her climax will be exquisite. She will ride him vigorously without the need to see as her erect nipples are teased, sucked, and licked. Her hair will be pulled; her ass will roughly spanked, and she will love it. Her lover will satisfy her engorged pulsating clit. After her pretty toes are sucked, positions will be switched, and she will again be thoroughly fucked. Her mind will record her erotic experience in perfect sequence, and she will rely on her vivid imagery to climax when she’s alone and horny. When she can no longer deny the throbbing of her pussy, from her closet, she will retrieve the vibrating source of her ecstasy and recall leather against her flesh, and the deepness of her breath. Climax after climax, she will find her euphoric depths. In the secrecy of her bedroom, she will spank herself with her special belt. She will spank herself to orgasm until she is totally exhausted and there is nothing left. Until there are deep welts on her flesh and there is nothing left.
Subtlety is put aside. The tongue explores thoroughly. He wants her to reach her climax orally, so he teases her purposely. His experienced fingers enter her wetness slowly, finding her pleasure spot. In-between the use of his mouth, he rubs her clit with the thick engorged head of his cock. He wants to be inside her, but sexual discipline tempers his erotic emotions. He purposely lets her see the length and width of it to increase the fire of her craving. The tip of his tongue resumes a steady rhythm of exploring. He pauses to look into her eyes seductively and savor the sounds of her moaning. The longing of her wet pulsating pussy cannot be hidden. Warm water based lubricant and a vibrating butt plug lead to uncontrollable shaking and squirting — but one orgasm is just the beginning. The tip of his tongue runs over the ridge of her clitoris again and again; drenched sheets signify the depths of her pleasure. He passionately sucks her toes and licks her soles. Dark plum polish and a gold anklet increases his desire to thoroughly please her. She tastes so good to him. His tongue explores her ass as she pleases her pussy with a magic wand that is powerfully vibrating. She whispers to him, Make me cum again. The tip of his tongue increases the speed of its intensity and rhythm — he looks at her seductively and gauges the timing of her oncoming orgasm. He keeps going until she screams again; his face is drenched in the warmth of the release of her erotic essence.