I take the moment to pause above her. To drink her in. Natures splendor. My arms and legs support me between her upraised knees. Her hands find me. Stiff and throbbing. She strokes not. She guides me. Parts her trimmed, not shaved, paradise below. I am slick from her. She plays herself with me. Still I stiffen more. I am warm steel. She is molten oil. I feel her petals open. Flow around me. Her bud caressing my tender tips undercarriage. She slides me slowly through tender trench and teases me with tight potential.
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