Sinful Symphony

By SpecialRotica
First time writing this, hope you like it!
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(-> Sinful Symphony <-)

Lust drips like honey-thick, slow.
A whisper. A touch. A shiver.
Fingers trailing, teasing, waiting…

Breath on skin, a burning tease,
A wicked smile, a bite, a squeeze,
The taste of sin, the urge to please.

Pulse ignites with every glance,
A sultry step, a wicked dance,
Eyes undress before the chance.

Soft lips part, a moan, a sigh,
Bodies drawn, no need to lie,
The air is thick-soaked in desire.

“Touch me, fuck me,” a whispered plea,
Tongues collide in ecstasy,
“Take it slow… then set me free.”

Pinned against the wall so tight,
Clothes ripped off in fevered fight,
Hungry hands-no wrong, no right.

Teeth on skin, nails down back,
Thighs spread wide-no turning back,
A desperate thrust. A moan. The world fades.

“Oh fuck… just like that,” a gasped demand,
Fingers stretch where she can’t withstand,
A dripping clit in trembling hands.

His tongue glides, slow, then rough,
Tasting her, deep enough,
She writhes, begging, "More… so much more…”

Thick dick throbs, teasing her slit,
The head nudging-so close to fit,
He groans, "Take it… every bit."

Pussy clenches, hot, so tight,
Pushing deep in savage might,
Slick walls gripping, fucking right.

Deeper, harder-cries arise,
Dripping sweat, hypnotic sighs,
Flesh on flesh-no room to think.

"Baby fuck me more… fill me whole."
Shivers spark, we lose control,
Desire swallowing every soul.

Flesh collides in sinful waves,
Tongues explore, the hunger raves,
Lost in heat, like untamed slaves.

"Faster… harder… ohhh, fuck yes,"
Breathless moans-sweet, obsessed,
Bodies tremble, bodies press.

Gripping tight, the moment peaks,
A cry, a gasp, the bedpost creaks,
Thrusts grow wild-no room to speak.

A shuddered gasp, a desperate scream,
Waves explode-a fevered dream,
Thick cum spills in endless streams.

Muscles tense, the echoes stay,
Bodies give, yet still they sway,
Drunk on lust-too weak to say.

Lips still swollen, breath runs weak,
A tangled mess, no need to speak,
Bodies hum, still soaked in heat.

Laying there in reckless sin,
Fingers trace where love has been,
A sigh escapes-round two begins.