He wanted her now. So gracefully she moved! Like smoke, only with structure, coherence.

She turned to him now, nipples flaming a deep crimson against the backdrop of the two dark eyes of her aureole.

Her breasts were perfectly round, perfectly tight, firm and taut so that they merely rippled when she moved.

It never ceased to amaze him the way those two huge globes of flesh could simply hang there exactly in place and simply ripple. It never struck him as being short of miraculous.

He reached for her now, saw her weave her way through the space that separated them, approaching, coming closer, closer, closer…

Her lips were on his mouth, her hands on his body, reaching between his legs, cupping his balls through his trousers, squeezing. Them gently, more firmly, hard…!

He let out a gasp of pleasure mixed with pain. That too was perfect. She knew exactly what he liked, what he wanted. They thought as if with one mind.

She unzipped his trousers and as they slid down his legs she circled the suddenly exposed head of his cock with her thumb and forefinger, forming a ring only slightly larger in diameter than the head of his swollen shaft.

She slowly started to slide the ring up and down, focusing mainly on the bottom ridge of his glans at the point where it flares then curves sharply back into the main shaft. He loved it there, claiming it to be the most sensitive part of a man's cock.

She stroked with these miniature strokes for as long as it took him to start drooling from the tiny mouth-like opening at the center of his cock.

As soon as the first clear droplet appeared, she began to rub it into the deepening purple colored head, enjoying the sound of his throaty moans as she did so.

Again stroking his cock, back and forth, back and forth until again a crystal droplet appeared, oozing slowly out and down.