He approached the bed and stood by her reclining head,
And she took his dangling sac between trembling fingers
And pulled his rigid shaft close in order to enclose
The purple swollen crown between her opening lips,
Her tongue avid to sample the salty bead of precum,
Precursor of the molten streams soon to flood her cunt.

His hands sought and squeezed the ample flesh of her twin orbs,
Kneading and twisting her protruding nipples to send
Exquisite shafts of electricity through her nerves,
And lighting a fire of carnal sensuality
That would only be sated in the consuming waves
Of overwhelming paroxysms of ecstasy.

Driven by his own rising tide of molten rapture
He climbed up onto the bed and, kneeling behind her,
Tilted back her head and slowly slid between her lips
Until the entire throbbing length of his tempered shaft
Was fully engulfed in her warm and inviting mouth,
Groaning with pleasure as he thrust slowly in and out.