Deep within a dimly lit room, amidst the soft glow of candles casting dancing shadows on the walls, he lay sprawled out on his back. His large and luxurious love stick throbbing with anticipation, pulsing like a steady drumbeat in time with the rhythmic breaths that escaped him in tiny gasps of arousal.
Across from him stood she, her eyes dark pools of desire reflecting off the firelight. Her hands traced intricate patterns over his broad chest, each touch igniting sparks of pleasure that radiated through him like bolts of lightning. As her fingers danced lower, they found their way to the base of his large and luxurious love stick, gripping it firmly with a knowing confidence.
A low moan escaped his lips as she began to stroke him gently yet firmly, her touch a masterful blend of firmness and tenderness. She moved slowly up and down his throbbing member, teasing out the full extent of its length and girth - each inch more exquisite than the last. His hips bucked involuntarily in response, every muscle in his body straining for more, begging for her to continue her skilled exploration.
Her breath hitched as she looked down at their joined bodies. The sight of her hand wrapped around his thick, veiny shaft was almost too much for her to bear. She leaned forward, lowering herself until her lips were barely an inch away from the sensitive head that peeked out above the swath of auburn curls that nestled between her thighs.
With one last deep breath, she took him fully into her mouth, the warmth enveloping his entire length as she began to suck and stroke him with expert precision. His large and luxurious love stick grew even harder in response to her attentions, the pleasure building until it threatened to overwhelm him completely.
But he could not surrender yet, for there was more that awaited them both. He pulled away from her mouth, her tongue tracing an erotic path up his belly as she retreated. She moved then, positioning herself atop him so that their bodies were once again flush against one another. Her wetness slicked over his hardening member like honey on a knife, drawing out a long, low growl from deep within his chest.
He lifted himself up slightly, reaching down to guide the tip of his large and luxurious love stick into her waiting depths. As it slid inside, she gasped aloud, her body arching in response to the immense pleasure that flooded through her with each successive inch. He paused for a moment, savoring the feeling of being fully enclosed within her warmth, before beginning to thrust in earnest.
Each movement was deliberate and powerful, his hips snapping back and forth with unyielding force. She met him halfway, her hands gripping at his shoulders as she tried desperately to keep up with his demanding rhythm. They moved together like two halves of a whole - one part passion, one part desperation - driven by an insatiable desire that could not be satiated until they reached their climax.
And then, just when it seemed impossible for them to go on any longer, he felt the familiar tightening in his groin, signaling the approach of release. His large and luxurious love stick swelled even larger within her, pulsating with a fierce intensity that threatened to shatter him apart at the seams.
She felt it too, the telltale signs that he was close to reaching his peak. She knew what needed to be done, and so she began to ride him harder than ever before, her nails digging into his flesh as she ground herself against him with unbridled passion. It was all they could do to keep from exploding into each other, their minds lost in a haze of pleasure and ecstasy.
But then, suddenly, everything changed. She threw her head back, her eyes rolling up into her head as an overwhelming wave of bliss washed over her. Her body convulsed around his, milking every last drop of pleasure from him before collapsing in a heap atop him.
For a moment, they lay there, panting and spent. But even as the afterglow began to fade, he knew that he could not let this experience end quite yet. With one final surge, he pushed himself up off the bed, lifting her with him so that they were both standing. She clung onto him tightly, her hands roaming over his muscular back as if trying to memorize every curve and crevice of his body.
And then, without warning, she turned around suddenly, bending down to take him fully into her mouth once more. The sight of her there, on all fours with his large and luxurious love stick buried deep within her throat, was almost too much for him to bear. But he could not look away, nor could he resist the temptation to pull her back up onto her feet.
As they stood there, locked in a passionate embrace, it seemed as though time itself had ceased to exist. They were lost in a world where only their bodies mattered - a realm of raw passion and unbridled desire where nothing else existed but the joy of large and luxurious love sticks.