I was pushing strongly upward, by now she had weaken, and the slapping of my skin to hers was yet another high for the two of us so enjoyed the sound of good sex. I rose and pulled her to the very edge of the bed, keening her mound with my rough hands and welcoming touching in fast repeated motion, she moved from side to side and squirmed for release I had no emotion to give as I wanted this yellow skin in my hands as though it where a drug, so with every pull of my tongue I was getting higher and higher. As we lay in the bed I was taking my time, looking at her intently every inch of her skin played like a melody in my head, that lowering sun now beamed straight into my eyes, she questioned me with questions and again and again “what and why” all I could do is smile.
