Jungle sex

Hanging from the vines is the beautiful silhouette of a woman,
Her curves shine against the silver moonlight,
Her eyes staring daggers through my ice cold heart,
I tag on the nearby vine and she moans,
I have tied a full body bondage vine around her body,
A simple tug and the vine rubs against her swollen clitoris,
Droplets of sweat cover her silk smooth skin,
The strands of the flogger leaves traces of its pain,
Her fists closed tight and trying to break free.

The struggling causes her waves of pleasure,
The vibrator is pushed deeper and deeper just skimming her G-spot,
Covering her eyes with a cloth,
My fingers skim her sides and place light yet sharp pinches,
The groans from her throat make my walls clench,
Her ragged breaths make my eyes darken with lust,
Biting and pulling on her erected nipples and flicking her clitoris,
She tries to push me away yet she craves my touch.
She begs me, “Give me more touch me, caress me and fuck me.”
I whisper back, “Not until you cover my hand in your unquenchable juices.”
Pulling the vibrator out and pushing three fingers in,
She takes deep breaths and her walls squeeze my fingers,
I pump into her as my thumb rubs and tugs her clitoris,
Seconds away from exploding I pull out,
A painful hiss follows and her walls are convulsing.

The tip of my tongue flicks her once,
Off she goes I cover her pussy with my mouth,
As I swallow her come gallop by gallop and leave her dry,
The flesh is raw and sensitive.
Her body is limp and her eyes are rolled back.
My work is done for the night,
Her juices make my clitoris throb with pleasure,
I enter two fingers in my pussy and they are drenched,
Putting them in her mouth she sucks like her life depends on it,
Leaving her lips she smiles,
A night in the jungle.