You, on all fours in front of me, light from the bedside clock shining on your buttocks Twin moons above the crevice of your private passion Beckoning me closer Hand on cock, I shuffle forward, touch my glans to your opening The a****l smell of your sex wafts up to me Hands on your hips “Ready, darling?” A nod, and I press forwards, feel you open before me A slow steady pressure and I am deep inside you Held tight in your damp velvet wonder A pause to catch our breaths, to adjust to the feeling Then I start to thrust In and out, in and out You tense and push back against me, deepening the p… Read more