She spread her legs while sitting on the sofa. I could see her hairy situation at first glance. she wore no underwear. The chemistry about the room sent off ionic charges. My danger formed an almost equilateral triangle between my parallel. I unzipped my inconvenience and did it out in a flash.
Laid she there on the sofa, legs apart, biting her lower lip, signalling me to perform the original ritual. I could barely resist the situation between my legs. It looked fierce, like the staff of the prophet stretched over the red Sea. Moments ago, it was just a lifeless piece of meat, but now….
I drew nearer and soon initiated my member in her shrine. She let out what could have been a song of praise, had it a rhythm. I thrusted deep into her situation and ordered the chaos within. She curled her ease around me, pulling me to her depths.
Many a time mankind has been known for slow action, but never have I been the subject of such affairs. I thrusted deeper with much strength and valour, and she responded in worship. Songs and chants all to my name, praises in honour of the tool I buried deep in her hollow. I however had the solemn duty of receiving her worship for as long as my tap couldn’t rush.
It wasn’t long now. I could feel the predicament in my insides, it flowed out of my situation emptying into her accommodation. She ceased her chants and incantations. I gazed upon my third leg, it had been handicapped from the electrocution, betrayed by ambition.
We both spent the night upon each other’s flash. Like Adam and Eve before us. And when I woke up this morning, I smelled sinful.