/lit/ - Literature

OP here. Since I'm getting replies, might as well some other stuff critiqued. This is from a short story of mine. It's a wet dream of sorts.

I felt her pink-shouldered, oil-lathered softness constricted beneath me, slithering frantically as if imitating the tender tongue that probed and caressed my gums; lithe in heat. Her slender, minute hand ensnared my penis, unable to completely encircle it, while the discoloured veins that her palm impressed upon began to throb with building intensity. It was promptly submerged into her narrow vagina, as I thrusted with a measured pace, furnished with the lusful clawing of her other hand through my crisp locks of hair. Her pallor, bled into by a vermillion, breathless flush, her dark locks of silken hair splayed about her head, her petite frame shivered and squirmed with emulated pleasure; wide eyed, loud, animalistic moans; my own deep, stoic grunts decidedly foreign to my ears, and yet, completely natural. Upon the frigid, white bathroom tile, we continued our liquid motions, consumed by synthetic, carnal desire; enveloped by cool water.

“Fuck! Oh, fuck!” Her brazen, starved cries resounded, amidst the perpetual pattering of the shower. The shower continued its steady canterwaul. Off-white, eggshell, chinese ceramic. Thrusts and convulsions. Fuck! Oh, fuck! In dilapidated alley: dim. The ragged brick wall painfully pressed into wide, burly back, through a thick layer of a checkered dress shirt, as I stood barely supported by my shaky knees, penis completely ensnared by moist warmth, assailed by a slender tongue; tasting and savouring each crevice. Her head continued its rythmic oscillations; to and fro, playful, girlish gnawing and chewing. The black rim of her glasses peeked out from beneath her styled bob. Her left hand gently wrung my balls, as I was drawn further into the darkness of her throat. Afformentioned hand, slathered with saliva, now slowly slid down my taint, and with a delicious flick of her wrist, was plunged into my ass, impishly wriggling as it encircled my prostrate. Blinding climax. She drank with infectious enthusiasm.

Parent’s bedroom; king sized mattress; smelt of lavender and men’s cologne. I lay akimbo upon the cool, crisp sheets, mauve, straddled by my mother. Her plentiful breasts, those I had suckled on for quite different reasons prior, were now flung wildly before me; the pink of her nipple apparent against her fair, sweat-glistened skin. Rambunctious, feverent moans; her usually sullen features now decidedly nymph-like. Her pink lips curled upwards in a lascivous, carefree grin, eyes shut in ecstacy.