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 The lotus flower blooms from murky waters, vibrant, fragrant.

 From the shadows she emerged as beautiful and fragrant and he illuminated her sensuality with his touch.  She became the receiver and he gave to her all that was real and beautiful as she.  Gently he pulls her near, hands to backside silky fabric enticing to his touch. Like whispers in the wind he releases moans of desire beating drums inner ear and drips between her thighs.  Passion met them in silent stares and without words.  Lust growing and kisses give rise to panting. He lifts her dress to begin passion’s ride.  On bended knees, he gives his tongue to treasure’s box, creamy clit pulses and swells with each lick. Sticky he fingers and alternates pointed tongue to bring pleasure as if lip to lip till she succumbs once, twice to his offering. 

 Ready to ride her chariot he lays her back and mounts deep.  Holding inner position and she weeps with roll of hip welcoming him.  Pulls out and in deeper strokes, her fragrance rises and he inhaled. She glowed. Eye to eye breathing as one, no word only deep moans they shared.  His fragrance infused with hers, she touches chest with fingertips smoothed his stroke and they rode till he made her water break freely on his shaft, lubricating pumps of desire now burning to hellish flame.  He pumps faster, deeper closed eyes he enters her souls and asked it to dance. 

New position seated she straddled him deep circles, hands at the small of her back. Holding handful of swelled breast her nectar would make honey sweeter, her milk he released. Then she leaned back anchored on arms and he became the guide. Watching shaft appear and disappear inside her, swirling tips to clit.  Passion’s ride highs and lows till me made her squirt. The finale they climax as one, interlude to deep sense of being, they rise above the shadows and open up to Lotus glow.

Enticing passion’s ride to second thrill, they chat a lover’s call. She breast down, tail high claps for him. Watching till he can rise she shows him the way. Fingers explore the wet walls of treasure’s box, she pulses with desire.  He wanting her to fly to higher heights of ecstasy joins her solo act. Wanting to learn all that she desires to surf wave after wave of passion’s fire.  Pulling her into seated position, he behind, she settles back into his chest.  Hand in hand sensual movements on her thighs.  With guided hand she shows him what she would do if alone and hearts race. 

Out of the darkness, secrets rise and he finds those things that make her moan and squeal. With closed eyes she rides their touch dripping, tasting sweetness of lust.  Perfect love toy, two, three both play till walls swell.  His turn to show what he can do, lubrication needed to enter smooth.  Inhale, then exhale she blows as if she took a drag from Cuban smokes.  Thick with passions funk they discovered position read in a book and vowed to practice Kama Sutra’s strokes. Sensual thread pulls them together as if thread through the eye of a needle and point them to embroider intricate designs.

She is relaxed and fully aware of his desires, yet he wants to be the guide.  He instructs her of his desire wondering if she will give in to his groaning.  With gentle motions, strokes of skin, she yields to his requests. Full with his wealth, he strings strands and pushes gently at the nape of her neck and raises pelvis to feel the longing of her tongue wrapped around him warmly. Every vein fills and she knows he is pleased.  (…more to come)