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Echoes of desire articulate themselves,
Through muttered vowels and utterances,
That bounce off of the walls,
Vibrating against their pulsating skin,
And shaking the empty whiskey bottle,
that he left on the bedside table.

Soft full lips find their way towards his flaccid flesh,
Teasing it delectably until it's a solid, hard mass,
growing between his legs
And his bittersweet taste lingers on the surface of her tongue,
That traces itself across palpitating veins.

She inhales his length, breathing in his musky, masculine scent,
Fulfilling the fantasy that he'd been brooding over for far too long.
As painted fingernails reach out to grasp every last inch of him...
In anticipation.

The room is filled with the smell of sex and the sound of lust
As she softly kisses his tip, descending downwards, making him moan with pure pleasure.
Easing back and forth, across his hardened flesh, swallowing his head, lubricated with pre-cum,
With innocent eyes and flustered cheeks,
Willingly consuming every last drop of the translucent fluid, seeping from his stiff cock.