We stare at each other. Not wanting to be the first to make a move. Like cowboys in the Wild West. High noon, poised, focused. Mouth dry, lips quiver, hands shake. Ready to draw. We circle each other. I am her whole world. She is my moon. Fixed for the rest of time in perpetual orbit. Love is a force stronger than any other. It grabs us and flings us together. Neither of us know who made the first move. It’s a photo finish, too hard to call this one. It’s going to have to be looked at by VAR. lips whack and tongues dance. Twisting, twirling. Dry mouths become fast flowing rapids. I hope she can swim. Our hands grab parts of each other’s bodies that we could only dream of touching before this encounter. I bite her bottom lip. She likes it. She pulls her face away to reveal a smile so devilishly naughty. Butterflies fill my stomach instantly. She rips my shirt off and buried her face into my chest. Suck, lick, bite, kiss all at the same time. My dick goes hard. She knows this because she’s squeezing it inside my pants. Her eyes are ablaze she’s drunk horny and I’m horny drunk. I rip off her bikini top to reveal her breast and pert nipples, she’s has so many freckles. I imagine them all as chocolate chips. I have lick and kiss each one. There’s so many, And I love it. I lift her up, I imagine those Russian Ballets, my nerves are only overcome by sheer lust. I have superhuman strength. Lifting her onto the bench top with ease. Like placing a bauble on a Christmas tree, she glistens where my saliva rests on her body. I pull her bikini bottom to the side to disclose two drenched sodden lips, her clit like some pulsing siren luring me into the unknown. I look up, she looks down. She has total faith in me. She takes in a deep breath and gently nibbles and sucks on the top of her left index finger while her right hand pushes my head into her groin. Her fingers dig into my hair and twist. Pain hits differently when the serotonin is at its peak. My lips suck her lips like spaghetti. I’m a messy eater but I always empty my plate. No bread needed I’m licking this one clean. I tongue away at her clit, left, right, up down, round and round. Clockwise, anti clockwise. Each separate action has a unique reaction. She pants, she holds her breath, her hands push my head forward and then back. She wriggles and writhes her abdomen and her moans wow her moans are like music to my ears. This is what Beethoven must’ve felt like when he played the Piano. My tongue is my sword it stabs into her pussy it does rings inside it. She pulls me away. Her stomach sucks in and out profusely her breaths are short and loud. We haven’t said a single word since we’ve entered the room. We’re poised we’re focused. We have to get the job done. Its my turn I haven’t asked and she hasn’t said but she must oblige. I’d fuck her now, every atom that binds me is pleading to fuck her now but I need to know how good her flute skills are. She’s the pied piper and I’m dancing to her tune. She pulls down my shorts and my cock flings out like a meaty jack in the box. She gasps and crawls back to look at it in all it’s lustre. It throbs towards her veins and all. She’s soaking and my dick is a divining rod pointing towards the most luscious oasis upon this Atoll. She pulls my foreskin back to reveal my purple head hammering. I’m lightheaded because my brain is telling my heart to pump blood to my penis instead of my brain. This is why men think with their dicks. Nothing else matters. The pandemic, my job, my car. All I want is her and she knows it. Her lips press over my helmet and push down and then up again. No hands, this girl is auditioning on my pecker and she’s gunning for first place. A tight right hand grips my shaft as she tilts it to flick her tongue repeatedly against it. My legs straighten. She’s got me, I’m hers. I’m weak and she knows I’m weak because I could’ve took her when I had the chance. But I didn’t. She has me right where she wants me. Her right hand grips tighter. With the twist of her neck she takes me half way down. Tongue against her side of the shaft as she does it. My balls jump. She does it again, my legs are taught. She twists her neck again as she goes down and for the first time in my life I can’t see my dick. She lifts up and like a sexy slug leaves a trail of thick secretion from base to tip. Fuck me fly boy she says with menace in her eyes. I grab her throat and throw her down her head hits the bed as her toes point to the ceiling. I hold both her legs apart and up. This is what Moses must’ve felt like when he parted the Red Sea, except smaller in scale but wetter and without divine intervention. I slide my cock inside her, inch by inch. Her lips hug my dick as it enters. We dance! Like two cattle carcasses in a meat van we pirouette. The sound of raw meat slapping raw sopping meat. We dance! My chest is tighter than her pussy. Her fingers inside my mouth is like chomping at the bit. I can feel the muscles inside the walls of her vagina tighten and her eyes glaze over. Her lips make an O shape. She’s mine now. There’s no mercy in this dojo. I push harder and harder. Her moans echo around the room. The walls squeeze tighter. Her feet and toes quiver in the air. Her legs have more goosebumps than a primary school library. I gasp my entire being is sent to the end of my cock and shot deep into the cavities of her vagina. The dance is over. No one claps, the curtains are already closed. The greatest show of all time. For her eyes only.