Connective Rhythm

Font Size

There were no words this time. The music playing in her car only added to the indescribable fever of being enveloped by her depths. He could only hold on as she rode. Hips bucking violently to guitar, bass, and drums. Her nectar, heavenly molten, drenching his throbbing cock. 

He gasped in tune, her fragant sex overpowering lungs, wanting to drown in it as he moved with and within her. It was a music all their own. Pure heat and amplified human noise. 

All to culminate as she clenches him at the end, greedily absorbing the bursts of cum rocketing inside her. 

Breathless, kissing, they would begin again soon, waiting for the perfect song.

Published 7 years ago

Leave a Comment