The ribald smell, the dampen walls, the vivid flowers and the merry and mystical sounds of falling elixir from nirvana, everything was too seductive. It was like a treason to bring them closer.
They quivered as their bodies mingled and the heat grew in intensity, generated from the friction between their bare anatomy.
The sounds they ushered was full of passion and forbidden greed, the desires to experience the sweetest of pains.
They felt their bodies, each and every curve of the cautiously built and dynamic human bodies of the other admirer. As they kissed, the sounds grew louder. As they pinched, theirs holds on each other got stronger.
They swirled and cuddled like two snakes mating and danced to the symphony of their moans, resonating.
Now each thrust was stronger, passion was at ape. The kisses were louder as they reached the climax of the divine session.
They welcomed Lord Indra with their united bodies, dissolved souls and their act of kamasutra.