/lit/ - Literature

The oscillation stopped with a lurid burst and the play was over. Her heaving chest slowed down, modest breasts fell into a steady rhythm, their pink areolae concealed beneath thick black hair. Accumulating on the tips were milky droplets of meerschaum, released by her nipples as they surfaced between curled waves.

Contracting her stomach as she inhaled, her tiny navel formed a small enclave for her sweat. From this harbor it trickled toward her vagina. Exceptional lighting revealed every detail of glistening skin. Shaved bare, she lacked black pubes to obstruct enjoyment.

The woman lifted her legs, with a cunt to display. Expanding slowly the vulva revealed a thick rippled labia; it too spread to expose her. Accompanying a labored breath her vagina contracted to produce a little drip. Cloistered by her lips it collected as a cloudy white pearl. Her ephemeral proof of pleasure. With another contraction it grew, before falling onto the perineum and disappearing down her anus.

"What an exquisite creampie" was the thought as he closed his laptop.

"I enjoy porn more than literature. Porn is short, fast and sometimes even entertaining."