Glimmer Sluicing Down

As she continued to laugh, her face flushing red and her laughter echoing in the room, I took a seat on the bed, unsure of how to handle the situation. This was uncharted territory for me, and I didn't want to come across as too eager or desperate to make her listen. So, I simply allowed her to laugh, giving her the space she needed to express herself freely.
Observing her closely, I noticed that there was no hint of shyness on her face, no sign of discomfort in her body language. It was as if this behavior was perfectly normal for her, as if she was completely at ease in her own skin.
Lost in thought, my mind drifted to another place entirely, a reel of surreal images playing out before my eyes. I saw a crowded hall, bodies swaying to the rhythm of music, and amidst them all, a face that stood out like a beacon. Without hesitation, I climbed onto the stage, my eyes fixed on hers as I reached out and grasped her wrist firmly. There was no resistance as I pulled her towards me, no protest as I led her away from the crowd and into the unknown.
With a sudden jolt, I snapped back to reality, the memory fading like a distant dream. It was a fleeting moment, but it left me with a sense of longing, a desire to break free from the confines of my own uncertainty and seize the opportunities that lay before me.
The glimmer sluicing down her thighs embellished with nothing but glitter and curves shown off, her cleavage being covered by her wet locks falling forward. I moved closer to her and slightly curled my hand around her waist, before jerking her abdomen into mine. She smelled of jasmine and roses, pearls of sweat glimmered on her bosom, forehead, around her jaw, and on her back as I smoldered them when my hand moved up.
Her breath was cold and her lips froze, when my index finger frictioned over it smearing her red lipstick all the way to her cheeks, I painted a smile on it which was missing the other way.
Pushing her backward as her spine curved over my arm, I laid my mouth on her midriff and began sniffing her. She was mesmerizing and a delicate creature to hold into your arms, and I didn't want to show any negligence in handling it with as much great care as it deserves.
Uncovering the feathers of the bird, I admired her beauty in the dim copperish light of the cell, there's not much space for us to move around, but who the heck need space, when having a burning temptress in your arms all naked, perfumed, and shimmering like thousands of star gleaming in the galaxies and making the eyes of those who don't value the beauty go blind.
Slowly, circulating my tongue around the curves of her bosom I licked her scoops like vanilla ice cream, cold, iced, and yummy.
Holding her in there was like experiencing two weathers at the same time, as her lower was burning like hell against me, and her upper body was as frozen as of a dead body.
I clenched her hair in my fist and pulled her head up, a cold gush of misty breeze hit on my chin when I trailed my lips over her. I could feel her hands curling around my neck and going into my hair and then she grasped them in her hands when I bite on her lower lip, gently pressing my teeth into her soft, juicy lip I dug them in until pearls of red blood began to pop out of it. Then, I quickly swiped my tongue over it, my eyes squeezed shut and head tilted back as an immense taste of her rich blood ran down my throat, bestowing every vein that came in its way with the flavor of her.
Leaving her hunched on the floor, I hurried for the rope hung on the nail, those emerald green orbs sparkling like a stone so precious that if the world ever get to know about its worth they would form special intelligence committee to detect them and put them in them museum for show.
For an instance, I literally got hypnotized by them as my feet shivered and I felt like her coldness was now getting over me, but hold onto myself because it didn't end her. No it didn't suppose to either.
Positioning myself in between her legs, I gently pulled her left leg over my shoulder and slid the rope under it to all the way around her neck and tied it.
A milky dripped out of her cores, when I bent forward to lick it with tip of my tongue. She tasted like the sweetest honey any bees ever produced. Mesmerizing, and yummy.
Sliding my ass forward I glided my sword into her hole when she curled her arms around my back and locked them. Her cold tipped nails began to engrave the letters of love on my back when pulled the rope below and her face bent forward over my lips and I sucked on her freezing lips just to warm them a little up.
"Any last wish!?" I whispered in her ear.
She screeched her nail down on my back and tilted her head around slightly to whisper.
"Be as hard as you can!"
I pulled her head back and looked into her precious stone jutted in the socket of her eyes, blazing to life but containing so much more than death in them.
Without saying a word, and letting her face uncover to fill the room with her sweet, melodious, honied moans, I horsed my rod into her as her figure escalated against the wall, and the room resonated with her hovering moans.
"Be as hard as you can." She said.
I tried to be as harder as I could when she escalated up against the wall I squeezed her peaches in my grip and let the milk shower on adjoining whole, she dug her nail deeper into my back and I could feel drops of blood rushing down to the floor.
A sudden tapping on my shoulders brought me back into that cell, I escalated my head up to meet her face, the laughter had gone but there's still perks of smile to be seen on it.
"Hey, where you lost. Come back!"
"Ahhaa..!" I huffed.
"I think I can help you." She said looking down on me as a mischievous glint passed through her eyes.
"Are you serious?"
"Though, it sounds funny to me. But yes I am serious."
"Thanks." I jumped to my feet.