Fusion

The wet hands, tied, more than crumpled, tense with pleasure.

His tongue invaded my mouth, greedy like a madman wanting my soul.

I hugged his hips with my long legs.

Firm virility opened my center, made my flower bloom.

I watered its stem in my hot juice.

Dense, sweet and acid burning his mast.

For a time we merged into a single being.

The rhythmic blows came to make us suffer.

I made him moan, until the last drop, filling me with his seed.