Intro: She lies on her side with her ass towards me. In a bed with iron bars. Raw unfiltered sound.

Description of the action as it unfolds:

//Beginning: A seriously wet sound. Beyond dirty wet. Drumming sound. Penetration. Her labia swallows greedily. A kiss. A seriously dirty sound. There is a rhythm to it. Breathing. Alternately. Another sound. A hungry one. The sound of “give me more”. Breathing again. "Give me more", "don't stop", "keep going", "give me more". "Penetrate". It sounds like your body trying to swallow me. Like a witch. Or like a carnivorous flower beckoning me closer. Further in. Into death. The little death. Maybe the big one. If I don't pay very close attention.

//next: Sound of the sheet and duvet. In the microphone. Friction. A Scratchy sound. I move you hips so I can get further in. It continues. Now a faster drumming. Harder. Heavier. Still rhythmic. You're making that sound again. That hungry sound. You're trying to hide your dark and twisted intentions. Even wetter now. Enticing.

//next: You say something indistinct. You want something from me. I answer "what?". I sound aggrieved. You explain with your body that I'm doing something wrong. Laughter in the microphone again. Negotiation. And then connection between us. Now I understand. You want me to do it slowly. I do what you want. Slower. “Yes” you whisper.

//next: You can't hear the pounding now. I grab your neck with my right hand. A hard grip. My thumb presses on the side of the neck. The other fingers balances. On your neck. No sound now. You can no longer hear the labia. Breathing. Kiss. The sound of the duvet and sheets again. Friction. There is something about the sound of the sheet. It absorbs. Retained breath.

//next: I'm using my tongue now. Rhythmic on your labia. “Yes” you whisper. Now I am hungry. I sound like Darth Vader maliciously breathing through a woman's womb. 

//end: You are climaxing. I don't know yet. Your eyes seek me. I can feel it. I look up. You say something about spasms. “Could you feel it?” you ask. "No" I answer. "I could feel that you were building up heavily and then there was just silence," I say. And now understand that you have climaxed. “I think I'm starting to get it” I say.

//postscript 1: That drumming sound of your labia. At the beginning. It sounds like a trotting horse trudging through wet mud in a forest. Wet spring forest floor. A misty morning up north. Where the rider sits and rubs herself on the horse's back. With troubled breathing.

//postscript 2: That sound. Of tasting you. It sounds like I'm eating lasagna to survive. Steamy lasagna. As a miner eats it. Right after he has been rescued back up to the surface. And eats greedily. With a blanket over him. Up on the surface. Ready to live after far too long in the dark. Consumes nutrition. And a salty, wet, and steamy taste.