Dance Of Suckles And Pulls
Lips on soft curves, desire ignites,
Dominant hands guide apart slickening thighs.
Suckles deep with primal need,
Exploring paths where passions lead.
Hands entwined in silken strands,
Exploring down with gentle hands.
The harder the suckling, the deeper the pull,
Fingers trace where passion’s full.
Head turns with each fervent draw,
The wetness flows, a soft, sweet thaw.
Gentle nibbles join the play,
As fingers pulse in rhythmic sway.
Soon the pleasure builds to sight,
Each bite sharpens the delight.
Nipples tremble under the tease,
While fingers plunge with expert ease.
Mane pulled tight, the bite turns fierce,
As the climax nears, the senses pierce.
Orgasm strikes like thunder’s roar,
Pleasure shakes the core once more.
Nipple and hair released from embrace,
Whispers of pride in this sacred space.
Aftershocks linger, soft and slow,
As passion’s afterglow continues to flow.