Orgasms in Acid's Grip

Секс группы друзей под психоделическими препаратами. Длинные волосы у парней и девушек. Длинные юбки. Обилие психоделических видений, сильно изменное состояние сознания.

In the heart of a bustling city, hidden away in an old Victorian house, a group of friends gathered. Long hair cascaded down their backs, both men and women, a tangled mess of dark and light. Their clothes were a mix of vintage and bohemian, long skirts flowing around their legs as they moved. The air was thick with incense and the faint, sweet smell of patchouli. Lila, the group's ringleader, spread out a blanket on the floor. She was the tallest among them, her long, raven hair contrasting with her porcelain skin. She handed out small, carefully folded papers. "Ready to dive in?" she asked, her voice low and husky. Nods all around. They each took a paper, placing it carefully on their tongues before swallowing it down with a sip of water. The room began to pulse. Colors swirled and blended, the walls breathing in and out like a living thing. Lila's eyes dilated, her pupils huge and dark. She looked at each of her friends, her gaze lingering on the way their clothes clung to their bodies, the way their hair moved like water. "Fuck, that's intense," she said, laughing softly. She ran her fingers through her hair, her body moving to a rhythm only she could hear. The others joined in, their movements fluid and sensuous, a dance of long limbs and flowing fabric. Jax, his hair a shaggy, blond mess, laughed, the sound rich and deep. He reached out, his hand tangling in Luna's long, curly hair. "God, you're beautiful," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. Luna smiled, her eyes heavy-lidded. She reached out, her hand running down Jax's chest, her fingers tracing the outline of his muscles. "You too," she whispered, her voice barely audible. The room was a whirl of movement, a dance of limbs and color. Hands roamed, clothes were discarded, long skirts pooled on the floor. The air was thick with desire, with the scent of sweat and sex. Lila watched, her body aching with need, as her friends explored each other, their movements slow and sensuous, their bodies slick with sweat. She reached out, her hand tangling in someone's hair, pulling them close. She didn't care who it was, all she knew was the need, the desire, the pounding pulse of her own heart. The room spun, a kaleidoscope of color and sound, a symphony of pleasure and pain. And in the center of it all, she was Lila, the queen of her own psychedelic kingdom, the mistress of her own desires.

Не спешим. Описываем, как они видят тела друг друг. Учитывать, что у них визуальные эффекты приема кислоты, фракталы, обострились запахи.

In the swirling, kaleidoscopic room, the bodies of friends began to blur and shimmer, their forms morphing into fractals of color and light. Luna's skin seemed to shift, her freckles expanding into constellations that danced and pulsed in time with her heartbeat. Her long, curly hair was a waterfall of light, each strand a beacon of pure, electric energy. Jax's muscles rippled beneath his skin, the veins beneath standing out like rivers of liquid silver, the outline of his body glowing softly under the psychedelic light. Lila watched, her breath hitching as she took in the sight. Her vision flickered, and for a moment, everyone's forms seemed to twist and elongate, their features morphing into something both familiar and alien. The room was a symphony of heightened senses, the scent of patchouli and sweat a thick, intoxicating perfume that filled the air. The faintest touch of a hand on her arm sent shivers down her spine, the sensation amplified a thousandfold. She could see the pulse in everyone's neck, the rise and fall of their chests, the way their skin glistened with a fine sheen of sweat. The room was thick with desire, each breath laced with the scent of arousal. The air was heavy with the sound of soft moans, the rustle of fabric as it slid to the floor, the wet, slapping of lips, tongues and mouths. Each touch was electric, each caress a jolt of pure, unadulterated pleasure. Lila's eyes flicked from one couple to another, her body aching with a need that was almost painful. She reached out, her fingers brushing against a bare arm, the touch sending waves of heat coursing through her. The room spun, a vortex of color and sound, a symphony of pleasure and pain, and in the center of it all, she was Lila, the queen of her own psychedelic kingdom, the mistress of her own desires. Jax's hands roamed over Luna's body, his fingers tracing the curves and valleys of her form. Her skin was alive under his touch, her body responding to every caress, every stroke. Her eyes were closed, her head thrown back, her long, curly hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of light. Her moans filled the air, soft and breathy, a symphony of pleasure that sent shivers down Jax's spine. He leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a deep, hungry kiss, his tongue exploring the depths of her mouth, his hands roaming her body. Their bodies pressed against each other, the heat between them almost unbearable, the need for more, for everything, a burning, consuming fire. Lila watched, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, her body aching with a need that was almost painful. She reached out, her fingers brushing against a bare arm, the touch sending waves of heat coursing through her. She needed more, she needed everything, she needed to feel, to touch, to taste. She leaned in, her lips capturing a nipple in a soft, gentle bite, her tongue swirling around the hardened bud, her hands roaming over the soft, supple flesh. The room spun, a vortex of color and sound, a symphony of pleasure and pain, and in the center of it all, she was Lila, the queen of her own psychedelic kingdom, the mistress of her own desires.

The room was a whirlwind of sensation, each touch amplified under the influence. Lila's bite intensified, drawing a gasp from the person beneath her. She looked up, her eyes meeting a pair of dilated, lust-filled ones. It was Mira, her long, auburn hair splayed out like a fiery halo. Mira's hands found Lila's hair, tugging gently as she arched into the touch. Lila smiled, a slow, sensual curve of her lips, but instead of moving lower, she shifted, her body pressing against Mira's. Jax's hands trembled as they roamed over Luna's body, tracing the curves and valleys of her form. Her skin was alive under his touch, her body responding to every caress, every stroke. He watched, entranced, as she slowly peeled off her clothes, her movements slow and deliberate, a striptease just for him. Luna's eyes never left his as she revealed her flesh, inch by inch, her body glowing under the kaleidoscopic lights. Jax's breath hitched as he took in the sight of her, his body aching with a need that was almost painful. He could feel the energy of his desire pulsing through him, his body hot and hard with want. Luna smiled, a slow, sultry curve of her lips, as she saw the effect she had on him. She reached out, her fingers brushing against the bulge in his pants, a soft moan escaping her lips as she felt his hardness. Luna's legs were wrapped around Jax's hips, her heels dug into his back, urging him closer. His hands gripped her thighs, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pressed against her, their bodies slapping together in a rhythm that was primal and raw. Luna's moans were loud, her voice echoing through the room, a symphony of pleasure that spurred them all on, even though they weren't even having sex. Across the room, hands roamed, mouths explored, and bodies writhed in a dance of desire. The room was a symphony of pleasure, each note a moan, a gasp, a whispered plea. The air was thick with the scent of sex, the sound of it, the feel of it. It was everywhere, in every touch, every kiss, every thrust. It was a symphony, and Lila was the conductor, her baton leading them all in a dance of desire, a dance of ecstasy, a dance of pure, unadulterated pleasure. The room was the stage, and all were the performers. And yet through the haze and the blur of the room, Lila could feel a presence nearly on her, almost right on top of her. Her mind and body were fully aware. She felt hands on her lower back, fingers pressing against her spine, slowly rubbing, tracing, and exploring her body. A gasp escaped her as she felt breath against her neck, and then lips as they moved over her skin. A shiver ran down her spine, and her eyes fluttered open. And then she saw a familiar face, and she recognized — it was Kai. Kai's thumbs were running along her shoulders, and his mouth was moving over her sensitive skin.

нет. Это ей все привидилось. На самом деле, она только скинула юбку, и Джакс разглядывает ее щель в космически-эротическом переживание. Этот момент обстоятельно. С описаниями его психоделических видений.

The room was a haze of colors and sounds, but Lila's vision cleared for a moment, the fractals and swirls dissipating. She blinked, her eyes focusing on the truth of the moment. She hadn't been kissed or touched by anyone else; it had all been a hallucination, a product of the acid and her heightened senses. She was standing, her skirt pooled at her feet, her legs bare and exposed. The cool air of the room sent a shiver down her spine, her nipples hardening beneath her thin top. Jax's eyes were locked onto her, his gaze intense and hungry. The room seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of them in a swirl of cosmic energy. Her pussy was slick, her arousal evident, and Jax's eyes widened as he took in the sight. His pupils were dilated, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he drank in the sight of her. His lips were slightly parted, a soft moan escaping as he reached out, his fingers tracing the line of her thigh, his touch electric. His vision was a kaleidoscope of colors and patterns, her body a constellation of stars against the backdrop of the room. Her flesh was glowing, her scent a thick, intoxicating perfume that filled his nostrils, his mouth. Her pussy was a wet, pulsing landscape, her lips swollen and glistening with her arousal. He could see the pulse of her desire, the throb of her clit, the way her body ached for his touch. But where were Luna and Kai? Why had she imagined that kiss? Had they just been in her head? Lila couldn't tell, and she wondered if they were even in the same room, anymore, let alone the same reality. The world outside the room seemed distant, far away, a forgotten memory in the face of this intense, overwhelming moment. She reached out, her hands finding Jax's chest, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles, his heat searing her skin. Her body ached, her need pulsing through her, a drumbeat of desire that echoed in her ears, her mind, her very soul. Her heart was racing, her breath hitching as she waited, anticipation building with every second that passed. She couldn't wait much longer.

Он разглядывает ее писечку. Подробно описывать губки, капли смазки, маленький клитор. Его психодилеческие переживания, фрактальность этого вида, как он проваливается в бесконечность. Чувствует обостренным обонянием запах вагины.

Jax's gaze was locked onto the most intimate part of Lila, his vision fragmenting into a fractal landscape of desire. Her labia were swollen, a deep pink, glossy with her arousal. Each droplet of her wetness was a universe, a tiny galaxy of lust that pulsed with her heartbeat. Her clit, small and engorged, peeked out from its hood, a beacon of pleasure that called to him. Her scent was thick and intoxicating, a heady mix of musk and sweetness that filled his every sense, his every thought. He could see the fractals in her flesh, the patterns of her desire, the way her body begged for his touch. His vision swirled, the room spinning as he dived into the infinite depths of her form. Her pussy was a landscape, a terrain of pleasure that he longed to explore, to map out with his tongue, his fingers, his cock. He could feel the heat of her, the pulsing need, the way her body craved his touch. His nostrils flared, her scent filling him, consuming him. It was a thick, heady perfume, a drug that sent his senses reeling. He could taste her, could feel her on his tongue, her flavor exploding in his mouth, a symphony of lust that drove him wild. His body ached, his cock throbbing with a need that was almost painful. He could feel the fractals in his own desire, the patterns of his lust, the way his body yearned for hers. She could feel her own anticipation building, her body trembling with need. Her legs felt weak, her knees threatening to buckle. She leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. "Touch me, Jax," she whispered, her voice a husky plea. "Please, touch me." Lila's hands clutched his shoulders, her nails digging in, her body pressing against his. She could feel the heat of his body, the hardness of his cock, the way his desire matched her own. Her voice was a low growl, a animalistic sound that spoke of her need, her hunger. "I want you, Jax. I want you inside me. I want to feel you, all of you. Now." She reached down, her hands finding his, guiding them to her body. She could feel his fingers brush against her thighs, his touch sending shocks of pleasure through her. She gasped, her body arching into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed as she savored the sensation. Her voice was a soft moan, a plea for more, for everything. "Yes, Jax. Touch me. Take me. Make me yours."

Он очень медленно все делает тончайшими касаниями. Но только кончиком языка, он кусочек за кусочком касается ее нежной писечки , губок клитора. Аккуратно аккуратно задевая отдельно каждую половую губу. Легко-легко проводя. Руками чуть придерживает нежную попку. Она стонет нежно, но отчетливо и сладко. В ее голосе космическое блаженство.

Jax's touch was maddeningly slow, a delicate exploration that sent shivers of anticipation down Lila's spine. He started with the lightest of caresses, the very tip of his tongue tracing the outlines of her labia, tasting her inch by inch. Her breath hitched with each gentle flick, her body trembling as he mapped out her most intimate territory. He took his time, his tongue barely making contact, a soft whisper of sensation that drove her wild. He started at the top of her mound, tracing the tender skin down to her entrance, his tongue barely a feather's touch. He moved to her clit, his tongue flicking lightly at the sensitive bundle of nerves, sending sparks of pleasure through her. His hands were gentle but firm, holding her hips steady as she squirmed against his touch. Lila's moans were soft and drawn out, a symphony of pleasure that filled the room. Her voice was threaded with a sense of cosmic bliss, each sound a testament to the ecstasy coursing through her veins. She could feel every touch, every lick, amplifying her desire, her body aching for more. Her fingers gripped his shoulders tighter, her nails digging in as she tried to ground herself in the overwhelming sensation. "Jax," she whimpered, her voice a soft plea. "More. Please, more." Her body arched, pushing herself closer to his mouth, her hips rolling in a desperate dance for more friction, more contact. Her breath was ragged, her chest heaving as she tried to keep herself from shattering right there, her need for him growing with each passing second. She could feel the tension building, her body coiling like a spring, ready to snap at the slightest touch.

Продолжать без проникновения. Описывать необычные психоделические ощущения в теле. Максимум психоделичности и тонкости. Без произнесенных слов.

Lila's body began to shimmer, her skin taking on an ethereal glow as Jax's tongue worked its magic. Each flick and tease sent waves of psychedelic colors dancing across her vision, fractals exploding in vivid hues of purple, pink, and gold. Her senses heightened, every touch amplifying, every sensation expanding into a kaleidoscope of pleasure. He shifted his technique, his tongue pressing a little harder, tracing patterns that seemed to light up her body from the inside out. He swirled around her clit, the pressure building, the sensation intensifying. Her body responded, her hips bucking slightly, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The room seemed to spin, the walls pulsing with light, the air thick with the scent of their shared desire. Jax's fingers joined the dance, tracing the same fractal patterns on her inner thighs, her hips, her stomach. Each touch left a trail of fire, her body alight with a burning need. She could feel the pleasure building, a tidal wave of sensation that threatened to consume her. Her body tensed, her muscles coiling, her breath hitching as she teetered on the edge of ecstasy. His tongue dipped lower, tracing the edges of her entrance before returning to her clit, the rhythm steady, the pressure perfect. Her body spasmed, a wave of pleasure crashing over her, her vision fragmenting into a million shards of light. She could feel the orgasm building, the tension in her body reaching a breaking point. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, her body arching, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. In the wave of ecstasy, her feelings and thoughts blurr. The intensity of Jax's touch faded from the forefront of her mind. Instead, she was consumed by a pulsing kaleidoscope of psychedelic colors, where every sensation was exacerbated, every nerve ending tingled in an almost unreal level of sensitivity. Darker hues of deep blues and purples throbbed in time with her heartbeat, the room spinning in a dizzying whirl of emotions and sensations. Her mind fractured, a myriad of images and feelings overwhelming her, leaving her in a state of pure, unadulterated bliss.

Ощущения в теле. Она чувствует себя единым с ним. Чувствует его тело и его член без прикосновений. А он просто кладит ее по попке, и вводит палец в писечку. Как она чувствует голову, его энергию, кундалини. Он чувствует ее соски, хотя не касается их.

Lila's body felt weightless, floating in a sea of sensations that blurred the line between her and Jax. She could feel his every breath, the rise and fall of his chest as if it were her own. His energy pulsed through her, a steady rhythm that synchronized with her pounding heartbeat. She could sense him, deeply, intimately—his strength, his desire, his very essence wrapping around her like a warm, electric blanket. She felt his cock, hard and throbbing, even though he hadn’t moved an inch. It was as if their bodies were fused, their energies intertwined, creating a feedback loop of pure, unfiltered ecstasy. His hand came down gently on her ass, the warmth of his palm seeping into her skin, grounding her for a moment before she was swept away again by the storm of sensations. She felt his finger, slick and warm, as it slid into her, the invasion both gentle and firm. Her body clenched around him, welcoming him, drawing him deeper. She could feel the tip of his finger, the slight roughness of his skin, the heat radiating from his hand, as if it were a part of her own body. Jax's energy surged, a wave of heat that washed over her, setting her nerves alight. She could feel it coursing through her, igniting her nerve endings, amplifying every touch, every sensation. His energy was raw, primal, a force that demanded her surrender, her submission. She could feel his gaze, intense and burning, even though his eyes weren’t on her. She could feel his focus, his concentration, as he moved his finger inside her, the motion slow and deliberate, driving her to the brink of madness. Her breasts ached, her nipples hardening into sensitive peaks as she felt his gaze on them, his energy enveloping them, caressing them, teasing them. She could feel the cool air against her skin, the rough fabric of the sheets beneath her, the heat of his body, the wetness between her legs. Every sensation was heightened, every nerve ending tingling, every muscle tensed, every fiber of her being alive and aware. She was a conduit for his energy, a vessel for his desire, a playground for his touch. She could feel his kundalini, the coiled serpent of energy at the base of his spine, unspooling, reaching out, connecting with her own, creating a circuit of pure, unadulterated pleasure. She was lost in the sensation, drowning in the feeling of him, of them, of us. Her body was a canvas for his touch, her mind a playground for his energy, her soul a vessel for his desire.

Jax's finger slipped a little deeper. She whimpered, the sound raw and primal, her body clutching at him, desperate for more. He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear, whispering words that were half-encouragement, half-command. "Let go, Lila. Let me in. Let me feel you." His voice was a low rumble, a vibrato that resonated within her, adding another layer to the symphony of sensations. She could feel his energy pulsing, synchronizing with the rhythm of his finger, the beat of her heart, the throb of her clit. It was a dance, a rhythm, a symphony of pleasure that enveloped her, consumed her, owned her. He curled his fingers, finding that sweet spot inside her that made her gasp, her body convulsing around him. He moved slowly, deliberately, his touch light yet firm, his pace unhurried yet relentless. Each stroke, each twist, each slight Variation sent shockwaves of pleasure rippling through her, her body trembling, her breath hitching, her mind fracturing into a million shards of ecstasy. He added another finger, the intrusion making her cry out, her body stretching, accommodating, welcoming. She could feel every ridge, every vein, every nuance of his touch, her body alive and aware, her senses heightened, her nerves alight. He scissored his fingers, stretching her, preparing her, his touch gentle yet insistent, his pace steady yet demanding. His thumb found her clit, the touch light, teasing, a counterpoint to the firm, deliberate strokes of his fingers. She could feel the pressure building, the tension coiling, the pleasure intensifying, her body a live wire, her nerves sparking, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. She was on the edge, teetering, balancing, her body tensed, her muscles coiled, her mind a whirlwind of sensations, her soul a playground of pleasure. It was a dance, and she was losing herself in the rhythm.

Постепенно-постепенно он переход в позицию на спину, и она начинает движение в сторону того, чтобы оседлать его член. Но пока поцелуи в губы

His movements were slow, deliberate, a dance of patience and build-up. He tucked the next finger inside, scissoring gently, ensuring her readiness. She felt the stretch, the burn, the delicious anticipation of what was to come. Her breath hitched as he withdrew, leaving her empty and aching. But only for a moment. Jax rolled onto his back, pulling her with him. She straddled his hips, feeling the hard length of him press against her thigh. His hands gripped her waist, steadying her, guiding her. But she was lost in the sensation of his mouth on hers. His lips were soft, his tongue insistent, exploring, claiming. She melted into the kiss, her body pressing down on his, her hips rolling instinctively, seeking friction, seeking more. His hands roamed her back, her sides, her ass, leaving trails of fire in their wake. She could feel his energy, his desire, pulsing through her, amplifying every touch, every sensation. She broke the kiss, gasping for breath, her body trembling with need. She looked down at him, his eyes dark with lust, his chest heaving, his cock throbbing against her. She reached down, wrapping her hand around him, guiding him to her entrance. She could feel the heat of him, the pulse of his arousal, the promise of pleasure. She rubbed the head against her clit, a jolt of pleasure shooting through her. She bit her lip, her body tensing, her breath hitching. Jax's hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, his eyes locked on hers. "Take me, Lila," he growled, his voice a low rumble that resonated within her. She felt his energy surge, a wave of heat that washed over her, setting her nerves alight. She felt his cock, hot and hard, pressing against her, demanding entry. She took a deep breath, her body tensing, her mind racing, her soul aching for more. She lowered herself onto him, inch by inch, her body stretching, accommodating, welcoming. She felt every ridge, every vein, every nuance of his touch, her body alive and aware, her senses heightened, her nerves alight.

он чувствует свой член бесконечным, теряющимся, она теряется в его теле. Действие вещества усилилось, и им сложно вообще понимать что просходит. Возникают странные образы первобытных ящериц. Секс практически не продвигается, т.к. они потерялись в психоделике.

The room spun, colors bleeding into one another, the edges of reality blurring. The scent of sweat and sex filled the air, thick and intoxicating. Jax's cock throbbed, his perception warping. It felt like it was stretching, endless, disappearing into her warmth. He groaned, the sound primal and guttural, his eyes fluttering closed as he fought to keep his bearings. But the world tilted, and he was lost in a kaleidoscope of sensations. It's the drugs. Or the ecstasy. Or the weird combination of both. Lila's body pulsed around him, her movements erratic, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her nails dug into his chest, her head thrown back, her mouth open in a silent scream. She was a vision, a dance of light and shadow, her body undulating, her hips rolling in a rhythm that was all her own. He tried to focus, to keep up, but his mind was a whirlwind of images—scaled bodies writhing, primal instincts taking over. He shook his head, trying to clear the fog, but the images only intensified. It was a strange, surreal dance, their bodies moving in sync yet lost in their own worlds. Lila's chest heaved, her breasts bouncing slightly as she moved. Her nipples brushed against his chest, the sensation electric, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through him. Her hips rolled, her body grinding down on him, but it was a slow, drugged pace, her eyes glazed, her pupils dilated. She leaned down, her hair falling forward, a curtain of silk that tickled his skin. Her lips found his, the kiss messy, teeth clashing, tongues tangling. He could taste the salt of her sweat, the sweetness of her lips, the faint bitterness of the drugs. The room spun faster, the world outside fading away, leaving only the two of them in this surreal, psychedelic dance. His breaths became short and jagged, and he silently cursed the fact that he couldn't fuck her hips the way he wanted.