No words needed, just the primal rhythm of your hearts, as you succumb to the animalistic art. She wanna feel your breath hot against her skin, the taste of sweat and desire, a sweet sin.... Lost in the moment, consumed by the fire, as you give in to your most primal desire. Like a wild creature, she'll ravage and possess, taking you to the edge of ecstasy, no less. In the throes of passion, you become one, a symphony of moans and gasps until we're done
