Succulent Conduct

 
Punishment for divine loins of succulent conduct ― reserved with quiet spokenfullness; the fault of infatuation essence and trust.  
 
A Goddess beautiful detained by no forceful constraints; behold the smoke ascending from the deep incense of rousing seminal vesicular dust.
 
Leading her there, and lifting her on the stone pillar that had already adorned a blanket underneath.  Sapient Atlas knows her treacherous silence as the muse makes the man thy theme.  
 
He lifted her lordly form and placed her into the scene – the scent of ambrosia and long wetness between her thighs regaled as becoming sheets of electric warmth, pulsing out and running the aqueducts of scented waves:  Thoughts of tasting her.  
 
With golden sandals on her feet, he began to open her thighs, revealing the wanting as she spreads them open more in allowing him; pouring an intense pleasure from her eyes to above as to see a guest’s admittance of long delay ― he spread her open wide.  
 
Love thee in gratification sweet Atlas with forcing tongued embers of blasphemy fuck; pouting a warm rousing from within her goddessness.  Approaching with a tender mouth eclectic of tongue touching on her heated clit again and again, sucking the sweetness.  
 
Seeping's of her heavenly body pulses on and out, increasingly more; tasting her core of bitterness soulful and deep in her most intimate pleasure.  Reluctance was purging as his tongue devoured the forceful constraints into pouring sheets of decadent wetness.   Punishment for her divine loins of succulent conduct.