He tells me that I feel good, tight, warm, around his cock. Soft and pliant in his hands, delicious in his mouth. The atmosphere of our lust is sedated by the grandeur of our love. 

And in the middle of our heated bliss he consumes me till I am quivering and begging to be a morsel in his being again. I drop to my knees, opening, swallowing, clawing at him to give me more. 

The movement from the streets gets silenced by the screams of passion from us. The rapid flow of life fills me, his seed flowing through me.