Her caramel breasts swing about with the reckless abandon of a contortionist practising her art in private. They dance with joy, free of puritan thoughts, luscious and sinful.
Her nipples are erect and dark. I get a vision of liquorice candies and sweet temptation. They are very long with erect impertinence and sass. They are joyful to caress and squeeze along her caresses and little laughs of pleasure.
As I press harder, she gasps and bites her lips with a half-smile. I am pretty sure the squeeze must be somewhat painful, like a slap with the back of the hand on wet skin.
She is enjoying it with trembling lips and closed eyes.
She likes a little bit of pain and that is a big turn on.
I press harder and she gasps. Mhhh.
She arches her back and her lips tremble. Suddenly, she is in tune and all of her body is pulsating and radiating power and majesty, like an exploding super nova. She became pure white glow.
I burst in light and my penis incandesces.
We fall numb to the ground, in sweat and sin.
It is over now.