The Misbegotten Kiss: NOT SMUT

Hilary sat with her legs spread open, straddling the unvarnished wood chair, warping it, her vagina grasping to clutch the cracking wood, that's how wet she was. She hadn't felt like this in twenty four miserable fucking years and now she could paint the walls with her juices. (Somebody hand this bitch a brush). He was behind her, his heavy tanned penis resting on her shoulder as he cupped the base of her neck wtih his thumbs, pressing in her fifth eye, her fourth eye had just recently been opened too, she was wide open. The sixth eye would be her anus. I guess, ya, that one's openning up too. Hilary is open. Twitching on the chair, her toes painting circles on the black and tan floor. The way he's holding her head, her jaw unlocked and eyes rolling in to the ticklish happy receptors hidden behind the ears, tingling. His hands like, coarse and rugged, sturdy and gentle. He squeezed her head. She wanted it to burst. It was like reverse gravity or a weighted blanket swadling her head and swinging her through the universe. And there was his boat like penis, she wanted to go suntanning on it somehow. With both hands he held her head. Her legs spidered out and on point, the arches of her feet somehow bending more than ever. She reached up for his face and held onto his thick braids. She clutched them and lifted herself up for a moment. He kicked out the chair from underneath her. It went clamoring up against the ugly scarlet wall. He lifted her in the same moment of the kick, and held her in one arm effortlessly, as his right arm stayed committed to lifting the back of her head. He flung her around, both of her legs momentarily flung back behind her as if she were on a pummel horse... (Which, yes, yes she soon would be on a pummel horse in no time). And he held her, he stood firm, rooted, as hard as a eucalyptus tree. He said to her these only words, "Now you fuck me like a tree". He stood there and she swung from his braids, crawling up and down him, sucking and twisting herself completely upsidown while his branch held her upright. He was massive and she was strong enough to make this awesome. Being a vegan that swam daily and did calesthenics, paved and shaped her body over the forty six years of her life into an triathalon body type, cut, slender, and strong. She could do twelve pull ups in a row before her form went. Right now she was upsidown, sucking him, or more angling her mouth on different parts of his massive trunk. She looked into his eyes wishing she could suck on his soul, his eyes were the fast way there. Her vagina was in front of his face, pulsing, murmuring, beckoning entry. He licked it once, flattening his tongue as wide as possible, he wanted to make sure the scratchy back of his tongue could be felt on her labia's interior. He paddled her with his tongue, as if licking an ice cream cone but not caring if you lick the scoops right onto the floor. His tongue pushed into her, in the same way, scratching her, twiddling her senses, she could taste his lust of her. She couldn't take it. She pushed her mouth off of him and needed to directly find his mouth, she needed to dive inside of him if possible. She climbed up his massive flexed mocha skin, that was now trembling due to how much weight he had been bearing. She looked into his eyes and saw the boy, the abuse, the abandon. She wanted to suck it out of him and love every side. She took her hand and grabbed half off his penis and brought herself into it. Putting herelf completely inside. She then squeezed him harder than she's ever squeezed anyone. He began to shake. She began to shake. They both stood there, like a koala in a eucalyptus tree, surving a hurricane. She grunted, or groaned. A sound escaped from her she's never heard, like a toad's song, and she came and would not stop coming for the next few minutes as he held her, coming himself entirely and releasing a howl that made the neighboring dogs bark their approval. They then fell to the floor and began to melt further into each other. Bringing life back to the living room floom.