A gift of five dimes

Slipping her leg from his shoulder, he rises and fold his arms securely around her shaking body. Hugging her tightly to him he smiles. With a gentle touch, he moves the fallen strands of hair that are now plastered to her forehead. Her breasts rise and fall rapidly, sporting a deep red flush that contrasts so nicely against her porcelain skin. He feels the little ripples and spasms run rough shot though her body, and strokes her hair softly as she rides them out.

It is only then that he removes the blindfold, patched darker in spots from the sweat of her brow, and lifting he easily, carries her to the bed. Melting into the cool sheets. she smiles up at him. Her legs trembling still, the lips of her sex swollen and red, her nipples tight and hard as diamonds, she becomes aware of just how completely wet she is.

Thighs coated, ass slippery with her own juices. She watches as he removes his shirt and leans into her, blocking what little light sneaks its way into the room. His solid frame no more than a thick shadow over her as he leans in to kiss her.