Listening to the lingering rain

Saturday, the rain continued. At noon, looking at her lying face down on the bed, radiating spring-like warmth, I gently kissed my way from her toes to behind her ear. She turned and kissed me back with a soft gasp, but I dodged. We naturally switched positions, with me pressing close to her from behind, the sound of the rain mingling with our increasingly heavy breathing. She twisted, drawing my heat into her ample breasts between her legs. The hot, wet sensation made me even hotter and more aroused. In the dressing mirror, her two full mounds were incredibly swollen, the clitoris a deep, dark red, erect, beckoning me with each twist.
Out of the corner of my eye, I vaguely saw the faint scent of lavender quietly reaching the foot of the bed, also gently kissing her toes. I felt it lingering on her lush, decadent grassland, occasionally triggering my arousal. She twisted powerfully, her hands reaching for something. I hooked her arms around her from under her armpits, holding her smooth shoulders, and her two swollen mounds throbbed even more intensely.
Sheng kissed one of her full breasts perfectly on her lower abdomen, then used his other hand to caress the other, a hint of red peeking out from his fingertips. She moaned and swayed, and I quickly kissed her red lips. She twisted her hips violently again, and in an instant, my swelling met Sheng's firmness. For a moment, the complete mechanical principle temporarily suppressed his restlessness, leaving only the incessant rhythm and the increasingly scorching volcanic lava trying to melt our hardness and dispel our swelling.

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