She was beautiful.
Thrust.
Her creamy skin was not marred by the scars that adorned her body, but rather enhanced by the faint white lines.
Thrust.
Her ankles and calves were pretty and complemented her curvaceous thighs and hips nicely.
Thrust.
Her flat stomach was smooth and tight from daily exercise.
Thrust.
Her small pert nipples stood erect on her ample breast that rose and fell with each sultry breath.
Thrust.
Her slender arms wrapped around her lover as small delicate fingers dug into her partner's skin.
Thrust.
Her short black hair framed a beautiful heart-shaped face with red lips parted to give way to licentious moans of delight.
Thrust.
Her eyes were covered by a black cloth that covered her damaged eyes, but brought out a beauty created by humility.
Thrust.
Her tight core with its neatly trimmed flowering shrub was slick with lubricates of both natural and manmade as it accepted the persistent accessory.
Thrust.
She was beautiful.
Thrust.
Visas Marr's beautiful body arched and wriggled in her ecstasy of bodily pleasure.
Thrust.
Visas elegant fingers traced her lover's body.
Thrust.
She was beautiful.
Thrust.
Her tanned olive skin was smooth as cool water on a breezy day, with only a beauty mark under her left eye.
Thrust.
Her legs were curvaceous and firm as an Olympic gymnast.
Thrust.
Her navel shone with a diamond piercing that contrasted with her darkened skin.
Thrust.
Her succulent breast swayed gently as she made love with her other half.
Thrust.
Her firm arms held her partners legs with the gentle touch of a mother soothing a child.
Thrust.
Her green eyes peered out from her heart shaped face as her brown wavy hair swayed gently as she leaned in for a kiss.
Thrust.
Her lover's pocket dripped its sweet juices on the floor with a small pitter-patter as her strap-on stimulated her love button.
Thrust.
She was beautiful.
Thrust.
The Exile cooed to Visas in a soothing manner, like one saying 'it will be all right.'
Thrust.
The Exile finished alongside her lover with one last memorably movement filled with love and passion.
THRUST.
After one long moan of delight the two collapsed in each other's arms. "We should get to sleep," the Exile whispered, as if talking normally would shatter their peace like fragile glass.
The two crawled into bed and Visas said nothing as she felt the used the couples toy slip into her back entrance. "Goodnight," the Exile murmured to her companion as she slipped a delicate hand over the Miraluka's breast and placed a tired head on her soft down pillow.
"Good night… my Master," Visas murmured once she sure her dominate half was a sleep. "I had fun," for the first time in a long time the Miraluka slept with a smile.