She turns on the red night bulb, She says I'm in the mood, aren't you? Oh, is that so! Yes, a little.
She lifted her head and closed her eyes. She started teasing me, pleasing my eyes, seductively she makes me happy and a little lusty.
She dropped her bra down like a nuclear bomb drops. She lay naked in the midnight and that red night bulb reflects her naked beauty. She jerking her legs and biting her lips.
When we both lay together in each other's arms. I rubbed everything from her forehead to her navel. She closed her eyes and breathed out loud. She grabbed me by my feet and locked me in her body position.
For the first time, it was her who was the last.
After that I felt her fast breaths coming to me, Her entire body temperature was high, Her cold hands, her husky voice, Her shiny hair that was uprooted, She said, Yes please. I want more.
She wanted me to make her sit on her knees. She said to tie the handcuffs in my hand and tie the strap in my leg. Tie a black bandage over my eyes and pulled it with a hard force to stretch my hair. Make me scream.
At that moment our fingerprints were on our back. Her soft skin is visually red and I see dark spots on her soft breast, She mourned for more.
My tongue moved and pulled her mouth, Her nipple was as hard as ever. She says test me..tempt me. Make me feel pain.
Possibly the whole night was great in our red night bulb. Yeah, that red bulb and its reflection of the room was fucking awesome.. a bloody mood maker.
It was so hardcore. Yeah but It was not a threat of lust that we had, but a Promise of a touch that cures both of us. Ohh! A curse.
Yes, perhaps that lust became our curse. Perhaps lust is our healer.