All's Not Fair in Love and War Pg. 5

Pair of lips pressed against mines as hands grab on my breasts then move to my lower inner thighs. Let the edge of your palm rub against my clit. Abandon my upper lips to make love to me down below. Stay there. Hands pressed into my own exchanging tension for tension, passion for passion, longing for longing, desire for desire. Grab me. Control me. Position me. Love me...and my body. Slow strokes to get us started. Hard thrusts in slow motion hitting that spot that sends me into exhilaration. I feel your long thickness within me. The walls of my body closing in on yours begging it not to leave but to give me more.....and more....and more.