When the world finally exhales and the clocks grow tired of counting, the night leans in closer. Your voice softens like a secret meant only for me, and the room holds its breath. Candlelight trembles across the curve of your smile, spilling gold across the silence between our words. We speak in half sentences, in glances, in the quiet language only the dark understands. Outside, the moon watches patiently, knowing what daylight never will that some hearts only dare to open after the world goes quiet.

Switch Up the Tempo Deciding How I want you Is like choosing the perfect song Finding the right rhythm Connecting with the beat Creating the tempo Allowing the moment to flow on its own Before we get started I need the vibe to become more than just A vibe My hands grab your body Pulling you close Chest to chest Softness Brings me to attention Time To Switch I turn you around Ass pressed against my dick My hands on your waist Body movementsSaying your ready However I make you wait As much as I want to remove Your dress and slide in you I Switch It Again Keeping you on your toes Kisses form on your neck Sounds of moan in the key of A Minor Feel the room Our bodies Continuing to move Both needing that connection Another Switch Up Dress lifted up Ass exposed No panties ShowYou were ready for tonight A handful And soon after A smack One after another Get harder And harder Leaving a handprint A temporary tattoo For where I need to grab next Moaning becomes soft whimpering Giving me permission To Switch Up The tempo I bend you over Back arched Lips now greet me Awaiting me To Slide In Your patience has paid offPants down I enter you Pussy tight yet soaked Accepted my entry With hair pulled I get deeper Moaning hits an higher octave As ass movements Cause waves of passion Engulfed by your moisture Another Tempo Change Back shot Back shot Back shot The tempo stays on short replay For it’s time to lay you down Flip you over And see those feet reach the heavens My hands Now placed around your neck Soft squeezes commence As I enter you deeperNails are now digging into my back Scars of passion Legs wrapped around me Your prized possession Each stroke Becomes wetter than the last Rhythm has changed Time to Change Up The Tempo Movements become consistent I’m ready for a ride One roll Leads to you as my rider My dick Your gear Shifting your body Up and down Back and forth Faster Faster Cruel Intentions indeed My hands placed on thatPreviously placed passionate Temporary tattoo Gives you the extra bounce