Monday Moaning .... Just fək me ... Erotic prose (Corected)

Hips gyrate,

Pushing my swelling immensity deep into the warm wake of your womb,

Soft moans and whispered coos drift into my ear,

While measured strokes ease In and out,

Back and forth, inside the moist soft coven between your thighs

Passion rises,

Lust rage,

Love cushions the inner storm,

As hearts start to race with urgency

Tears of sweat ease down my face, then drop on your soft flesh,

Each drip feels like an explosion on your flesh surface,

As sensitivity of your tender flesh kicks into overdrive

My arms pull your body tighter into mines,

Yours pull our bodies together even tighter,

Making our bodies feel as one,

While maximizing my thrust penetration into your wake turbulence 

Soft kisses bite with deep sensations,

Soft rake of nails, across butt flesh, leaves a jagged trail of blood,

Soft bite on breast flesh, causes a passion scream of pain, as teeth leaves an indention in breast tender flesh,

Slight pull of hair, cause head to jerk hard backwards, as hair roots feel as if being pulled out

As the burning fusion of pain between our legs, aren't enough to satisfy our urge of wanting

My sex size intrude deeper into your sex,

Your sex surrounds my sex with its warmth and tightness,

Causing an optimum friction of pleasure-pain

No switching of positions are going too be needed,

No flexing of backs,

No twisting of torso,

No riding upright like a cowgirl or cowboy,

No darting of tongues, 

No back door,  with balls loudly slapping the back of your firm behind,

Is needed to appreciate the blissful orgasms of passion in the missionary position

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