Venus visits the valentines. She verifies our voyage of veneration. I vacate your voluptuousness from your vest, you view my vibrant virility, I unveil your venereal vale. Our vital valuables visible, voyeurism vanishes in vigorous victory.
Eros expects our energy is expended exploring our exposed elements; we express our ecstasy over our espoused's enchantments; we enthusiastically enjoy each other exquisitely in our exotic erotic experience.
Priapus presents his pulsing probe to his pretty priestess for her passionate prayers. You pucker and pull my potency in, providing profound pleasure for the paired partners. My prostrate proselyte, persuaded by my power, you profess your preference for my perfect piercing piece. Your moist mouth mystically magnifies the mood, masterfully ministering to my mythic male member, mesmerized by its massive might, making it maximum for magic mating.
Aphrodite, across her altar of amour, alerts her ardent acolyte she is available for his awarding adoration. I anoint your arresting ass, balming and bussing your beautiful bare breasts, burying my beak in your bosoms, bringing bliss. I kneel before your nave, nibbling your navel, nurtured by the nectar in your nest. Your legs lie apart, my lips linger in your love lair, I lick your lap's luscious liquid, liberated by my lively loving.
Cupid commands our caring caresses, our considerate cuddling, casting carnal kisses, culminating in our copious coupling compelling our complete coming, our creed of compassionate commitment.
Ishtar insists on the immolation of innocence, we should imbibe our intoxicating inundations. She invites our innovative investigations and invigorating involvement. She instructs us to impetuously intertwine in immediate intense intercourse, imploring I impale your impassioned intimate interior with my impressive implement.
Freyr and Freyja find fond frolic. Freyr feels your full fair fruits; Frejya's fingers fondle my fine fur. Freyr feasts in your flower, flushed and fluid. Freyja flourishes a fanfare on my firm flute. We finish our fevered festival with forceful frenzy, your flaming furrow filled with my fiery phallus, we flow with our fulfillment.