The Lava Fields Of Lust

He silently begged to be caressed along his chest. She eagerly ran her fingers through his curly Mediterranean locks leading her pointed nails South, ending at his cut lower abdomen. She blew soft and warm breath through her pursed lips starting at the peak and making her way down to his boulder filled satchel. Taking notice of its slow growth, she gasped for air as he took the form of an already deeply rooted tree. His Entire body swelled with blood and turned an almost blushing shade of caramel. The mere notion of girth sent her flower into an alarmingly rapid frenzy of pleasure. Her supple labia glistened with a light only to be surpassed in splendor by the beaming from the moon at Her fullest aura. Luna’s shadow cast down upon her dark chocolate filled eyes which were affixed upon his premature flow, formed about the open spout atop his engorged head. Her palate began to salivate as she could think of only one thing, his viscous nectar awaiting her taste buds.

Flowing over his shapely ridge and down the inner slope of his slightly up-curved rigid shaft was molten magma just seconds away from bursting at the precipice of an ancient, pressure filled Volcano. One that has not had eyes witness it’s glorious eruption for Millennia, edging itself at the turn of each century, impatiently sitting idly by, dreaming of the mouth it was destined to meet.

Her tongue, longer than most, had set the events of the next mountain town catastrophe in motion. Her hourglass shaped body hungered for soft white snow, so cold it could freeze lava in Time. The now frozen over tundra broke apart into jagged shards and unique flakes of pure unadulterated Lust. Quickly melting due to the heat caused by the friction of their ravenous bodies, the intensity had changed a once peaceful snowscape into a dangerously deadly Avalanche triggered by the booming echo of one solitary guttural Moan.