Spine-bending, leg-raising, toes curling so hard that his calves ache, arms pinned back and wrapped around my neck in a noose of desire, breath so stuttered you’d almost believe he were rapping in moans, accompanied by a symphony of the slaps of flesh against flesh, percussions of coitus for all to hear. A smug grin and half-open eyes fading into a mess of streaming tears and pleading glances, begging for stimulus as though he’s running out of the very air he breathes. I’m feeling nice today, and with the press of my lips against his soft, delectable ones, I feel as though I’ve ascended past the point of mortality, sitting on the throne to heaven. Pushing past the pearly gates, our insatiable hunger for each other grows to new depths. Silken tresses yanked aside, neck dipping backwards to expose his collarbones as my lips trail downwards. Mouth muffling, yelp-suppressing, heart-racing, silvery lashes tainted with the nectar of pleasured tears, I leave mementos of myself all over him, painting him all over with the pressure of sucking flesh. This is all the while I’m still jackhammering away at the site of excavation, waiting for the geyser to finally erupt. I flip him around, missionary time! eyes clenched as tight as his ass, teary tributaries still moist as I lap them up like I’ve been parched for years, while he lets out silent curses under his breath that he doesn’t mean. His hands have now slipped downwards onto my back as he grips onto my shoulder blades like they’re fucking monkey bars, and I cant help but groan as I feel my skin tear under his nails. It’s fine; he’s pretty so it’s alright, I tell myself as I cause another series of 8.0 magnitude quakes with these absolutely diabolical thrusts that seismometers have picked up on, wreaking havoc within the global seismological community as they gaze in horror at an epicentre so far removed from any plate boundaries for that matter. Buildings crumble into ruin with every subsequent tremor that the contact of our hips make, but all I can feel is the warmth of his ass in spite of the chaos around us, Missionary gets boring and I pull him on top of me. It’s time to ride, cowboy; pulling on his reins as we both ascend to the astral plane, propelled by the sheer power of dick to ass action alone. There’s stars in his eyes, and then we hear a rumbling behind us— realising that the absurd amounts of pressure and friction we’d released had caused the earth to implode on itself. He gulps, and so do I; the sweat pouring down our backs is no longer of pure pleasure— our entanglement ends here. Before the severance, he pulls me in to meet his lips just once more, and I lean forward to reciprocate as I drop one final load in his backdoor. We swallow each other whole in the moment, and the earth shatters as our last breath together ends. Our eyes close, and perhaps that’s what lies at the end of death
Spine-bending, leg-raising, toes curling so hard that his calves ache, arms pinned back and wrapped around my neck in a noose of desire, breath so stuttered you’d almost believe he were rapping in moans, accompanied by a symphony of the slaps of flesh against flesh, percussions of coitus for all to hear. A smug grin and half-open eyes fading into a mess of streaming tears and pleading glances, begging for stimulus as though he’s running out of the very air he breathes. I’m feeling nice today, and with the press of my lips against his soft, delectable ones, I feel as though I’ve ascended past the point of mortality, sitting on the throne to heaven. Pushing past the pearly gates, our insatiable hunger for each other grows to new depths. Silken tresses yanked aside, neck dipping backwards to expose his collarbones as my lips trail downwards. Mouth muffling, yelp-suppressing, heart-racing, silvery lashes tainted with the nectar of pleasured tears, I leave mementos of myself all over him, painting him all over with the pressure of sucking flesh. This is all the while I’m still jackhammering away at the site of excavation, waiting for the geyser to finally erupt. I flip him around, missionary time! eyes clenched as tight as his ass, teary tributaries still moist as I lap them up like I’ve been parched for years, while he lets out silent curses under his breath that he doesn’t mean. His hands have now slipped downwards onto my back as he grips onto my shoulder blades like they’re fucking monkey bars, and I cant help but groan as I feel my skin tear under his nails. It’s fine; he’s pretty so it’s alright, I tell myself as I cause another series of 8.0 magnitude quakes with these absolutely diabolical thrusts that seismometers have picked up on, wreaking havoc within the global seismological community as they gaze in horror at an epicentre so far removed from any plate boundaries for that matter. Buildings crumble into ruin with every subsequent tremor that the contact of our hips make, but all I can feel is the warmth of his ass in spite of the chaos around us, Missionary gets boring and I pull him on top of me. It’s time to ride, cowboy; pulling on his reins as we both ascend to the astral plane, propelled by the sheer power of dick to ass action alone. There’s stars in his eyes, and then we hear a rumbling behind us— realising that the absurd amounts of pressure and friction we’d released had caused the earth to implode on itself. He gulps, and so do I; the sweat pouring down our backs is no longer of pure pleasure— our entanglement ends here. Before the severance, he pulls me in to meet his lips just once more, and I lean forward to reciprocate as I drop one final load in his backdoor. We swallow each other whole in the moment, and the earth shatters as our last breath together ends. Our eyes close, and perhaps that’s what lies at the end of death