Who’s controlling who.?.

Moonlight, bouncing off the walls to give the room a glow. Lips walking upon the skin to hear softened moans. Smooth to the texture the body moves with use. Capturing the night on the loose. Tied up in linen as the silence creates sound. The crave is real enough to touch with the mouth. Still frames in live sight is such a breathtaking image. The nakedness of willing is exposed as I rise to stand at the bed’s edge. Fingers gently caressing the flesh of a luv’r bound to my intent. Like a feather’s stroke releasing a sigh that needs to vent. Who’s controlling who in a game of submission at its best? Patience, I just Ava take ny time to tease your flesh. Slow. I don’t wanna leave you alone. So, truly you head back as I taste you from head to toe. There’s a pleasure in the way your groped. You enjoy receiving the attention as I insist on being your fiddler. Don’t move as I take a few mental pictures. You on display before my eyes is a reason to believe in wanting more. The desire that lingers between us is with the feeling pulsating in the chest. We’re a passion so alive kinks demand to be used to lay a mess. From your neck to your navel I explore you with ease. It’s strange horse you don’t has ask me to get on my knees. To hover over you prior to me going below to where the sun doesn’t shine. That’s when I bring you to life. Tongue swirling with a twirl as my hand grip you hips. Face down and buried without a chance of air to save be from this mind blowing trip. I’m all in to the flavor you possess as I grin. But who’s controlling who as I pucker for a kiss. Right at the tip of your clit as I suck on it. I can hear you squirming into grind trying to get it. Busy cut me once and I’ll promise not to stop. I might release you and let you get up top. Let loose. Who’s controlling who?