I glide, slippery and soaked, glistening with the oils he used to evoke the greatest moans from me. Muscles relaxed and my skin heightened with pure sexual desire. 

Our mouths collide, tongues dance, our fingers grab, pull and pinch, they absorb the taste of one another in the most delectable way. I roll over, placing my back to his chest, my ass to his cock. My hair fans about his face and I feel him grabbing the strands in his fist. 

My warmth teases him. His hips circle and tease me in return. I groan. Melting from the idea of his cock deep inside me. I beg, plead even. 

The need to be under his mercy is electrifying my lust. With such merciful ease he pushes me forward, I lay face down under his weight. The window to the outside world my view, his reflection in the glass is commanding, holding me to his will. I spread my thighs, lift my ass, he holds my head down as he takes the reigns to my body. 

His cum. His cum. Dripping and euphorically sweet is all my mind keeps looping on repeate. I am craving every drop, and every seed.