picture perfect

A head :



A moon:



a fire:



Put them all together and you get a splendid evening.

First sitting out looking at the moon, arms around each other. It’s chilly but hands slide inside clothing, finding those warm spots, wet spots, openings, slippery, hardness, and evoking soft moans as you lean into each other, kisses exchanged, tongues entwined, steam in the cold air as the lips part, each giving warmth, and receiving warmth, hands moving and searching as bodies reach, yearning for more.

Moving inside to lie in front of the fire, clothing shed and strewn wherever, nipples hard, yearning to be teased, to be kissed, pinched, sucked, bitten, thighs open, waiting for your hands, mouths once again pressed together, skin to skin, sliding, slipping, rubbing, nipples against nipples, legs twisting, hardness against softness, each striving to drive the other higher.

Hard cock, waiting for a mouth, for lips, a tongue; wet pussy waiting for a mouth , for lips, for a tongue. Each tasting, toying, sucking, breathing in, exciting. Each wanting the other to want, each wanting the other to need, each wanting the other to give, each wanting the other to beg, each wanting, needing, giving, begging Receiving. Taking. Glowing. Basking. Cuddling. Snuggling.

A picture perfect evening.