The erotic St. Elmo's Fire within her whipped about him, setting him aglow with shared energies. Her hips unflagging, she f****d onward, driving their copulation beyond satiation.
The unity of sensation within her enfolded him, consumed him, absorbing his muscles and nerves. She shared one flesh in a white, jagged haze of ball lightning being.
Each spurting summation he reached only spun their joint rapture to a higher level of attainment.
Judy Latimer touched her eyes with a tissue. A lanolin-based lotion laced with aloe vera extract and vitamins A and D covered her burgundy-streaked posterior with a greenish glaze.
Knees on a seat cushion, she rested her middle on the back of a once-elegant sofa in Caledonia Roundsong's parlor. Next to her, Mona's bare bottom mooned the peeling, Tudo
