[mounee]

Moved by a strange impulse, Mounee's fleshy lips searched for Edmond's. It was as if an immense ocean invaded his body when he received contact from the stranger's mouth. No wave resembles another even though they break out on the same shore, so that pair of lips began to know each other, to taste each other, to speak the same language.
"Your skin next to my skin, I do not know the best language" - Thought Mounee in those moments.
Mounee felt her nipples tighten and stimulate, making the man "receptive." His skin burned, and although Mounee still did not know what it was to be penetrated by another man, his body somehow whispered the secret in his ear. "Let go," her body told her.
It was like this: he was hungry but not of food, it was a delicious taste that rose from the low belly and that it disturbed the nipples and the arms to him empty of hugs..

He felt her crotch wet with a clear, sweet fluid. Mounee very slightly introduced the tip of his tongue between the lips of Edmond like a small fish that plays between the hollow of a rock ...
His heart was pounding.