RINGING THEIR BELLS

Two arms that slide through the abyss of breasts.
In caress going down until they find shelter as a nest.
In a small, trembling lap, because shy for guests.

She seems to be breathless, lips bawdy,
whispering something, the neck leans over a body.
She cannot resist and allows the tender hug.

Neck, lobes, moans, kisses and more kisses,
speak more than words while being Mr. and Mrs.

A slim waist that seems to cry up to the sky with joy,
becomes embarrassed under the touch that enjoys.

She tried to withdraw as resisting, completely in vain.
The caress of hands, which arrived there, again and again,
was components of a loving hug from behind, that would remain.

And she almost lied helpless, helpless, about to come,
at the mercy of this hug delicately strong, a firm outcome.

She than rested her back on his chest and finally relaxed,
letting herself be carried away enjoying and all climaxed.

They had no moment of shy about themselves.
Just a man and a woman ringing their bells.