She Is Royally Consorted and Orgasmic

Genuflecting specks of passion, stupored,glistening waltzing gel of probing and probed, simmering yet tranquil in streams on plateau milky whites, each rivulet wailing its tale rosy ballad sung, spasmodic staccato on pitchy highs volcano erupts hot and high the writing intensifies etched deep air is filled with stifled and escaped gasps, yet neighbors do not seem to arise faces flushed with oxygen, blood rushing in good gather closely entwined they tether vines riding on each other sometime this one and at other that the royal tumble is an intense rumble fumble victorious apparent is a loser all right won the fight but lost marrow juice anon the winner takes it all, bitten lips and contorted (sic) gleefully smiling draining the juice of the lemon guess she is royally consorted and orgasmic!