The Luna And Her Tragic Fate

We nearly finished the horror film, yet I shut my eyes firmly, but it wasn't out of horror. I attempted to block out my pining lustfulness. I felt my robust erotic desire build up in my love button, intensifying my breathing rapidly. I lost control of my willingness to oppose my sensual yearning. I couldn't conceal my undivided need from wanting him carnally, feeling his touch against my longing body, skin against skin. I tried to snap out of it, but then I felt his raspy breath against my neck. I shifted my position, attempting to diffuse the deep hunger he was stirring inside me, but he hastily pulled me back into his embrace. A small moan escaped my lips. I took a deep breath to compose myself, but it spiked when I felt fingers intimately running down my spine. I returned the gesture by touching his scorching skin, making me realize he was more intensely turned on than I was. He was spicily pyretic. It made winning this primal seduction war impossible. I was contentedly raising the white flag. The notion that he felt more desirous than me fueled my desire to tear into him. The deep entrancement caused by his sincere touch and saccharine scent affected my senses tremendously. I slowly opened my eyes only to see him staring back at me with dark, lustful eyes so close to mine. I didn't perceive or anticipate him in such proximity to my face. I wasn't familiar with this inky gaze, but it strangely sparked a profound infatuation. His intense, passionate gaze and hypersexual caress held me prisoner. My vulgar unchaste half had won, and I had yielded all restraint. A second after our eyes had met, we kissed passionately while our legs curved into each other, and he started grinding on my soft button. I couldn't suppress the small moan escaping my mouth, which in turn made him start grinding rougher and swifter. I found myself letting go of all reluctance and completely and utterly succumbing to this ecstasy. My hands thought for themselves, and I had no control over their actions. They latched onto his back and pulled his body into mine, making him grind vigorously as my nails dug into him with pure satisfaction. A louder moan escaped my lips. He pushed intensely and rapidly, making me moan in pure bliss. I removed his shirt, yearning for his bare skin against mine. I followed suit, and he helped me take off my blouse. His skin was fiery and clammy, glowing with tantalizing carnal. It turned me on more as he thrust it against me while ramming into my tender clitoris. My fingers made their way down. I gave him another impassioned kiss before removing his sweatpants and felt the substantially firm bulge inside his Jockey. I took them off and instantly became more aroused when I touched his bare cock. A small moan escaped his lips, and he sucked in air through his teeth, indicating he had waited for this erotic reunion just as long as I had. He lifted my legs and practically ripped off my shorts. I gasped, clutching his body back onto me, unable to endure that he was away from me for two seconds. I desperately needed his body against mine.