Pleasure

Then burying his face ravaged of pleasure in the soft shoulders of his lover, Yhoemes began his erotic dance. Duran a moment, Ariadne could not close the eyes, too much abasourdi by the unknown and exalting sensations which invaded her to this perfect invasion and this unleashing of the flesh which she underwent with consent. 

- Yhoemes, she articulated painfully.

This last raised the head without however interrupting his powerful coming and going.

- Yes?

- I believe that... for you...

She could not finish her sentence but the expression of the heir revealed to her that she did not need to do it because he understood what she felt, because in this moment, they joined in their tormented flesh, and united in only one heart.

Yhoemes kissed her face bathed in the pleasure, then accelerated his movement. Their hips came apart to allow his lover to penetrate her even more deeply and add more pleasure to their waltz of love.