~30~

When Carol straddles Daryl's lap, he has to close his eyes.

It is overwhelming.

It is everything.

It is too much.

The way, she slowly slides down his hot and rigid flesh, like honey dripping from a spoon.

The way, her tight channel is gripping him like vice.

She lets her hips roll in an agonizing languid pace.

Her breath hitches and when he opens his eyes, he can see a deep red flush on her face and down to her breasts.

Her eyes closed.

Her head thrown back.

She arches, to take him deeper.

The fine shine of sweat on her body.

She glows like an ethereal goddess in the moonlight.