Machine Room

The ship softly rolls, roaring of engines fills the room. Flames flicker the steel walls and drops of warm moisture seep through cracks, dripping from rusty rivets and blackened bolts. A stench of metal and oil in hot air, thick to inhale, forcing pores to open, trickles of sweat lubricate skin against skin. Hands holding hands and arms, flesh pushing flesh, sighs unheard in throbbing noise of fire and diesel. Tongues and lips whispering and tasting, limbs hugging limbs, tongues kissing tongues. Scents blending, juices mixing. The hard mechanic`s muscles twitch, contract as she greedily devours him, his hair tickling her thighs, warm wet tongue in her craving crack. Mumbling. Sighing. Her mouth full of hard maleness with velvet skin and red tight tissue, pulsating, hot fluid flushing out. Swallowing the seaman`s semen while he polishes her precious pearl quicker, harder, his oily fingers fill her and feel her. The roar in the room drowns in a consuming silent bang, imploding in her, drawing her to into deep darkness, white blackness in her eyes as the flesh in her mouth softens, she sucks and sucks, feeling his warm mouth breath over her swollen lips.