The nectar flows as she imagines herself immersed in endless temptation
contemplating...if she needs to be touched or is it just a rush of her body steaming
while she is daydreaming...of being kissed by him, licked by him, being entered by him as he swim
through her flowing nectar...taking him all in her imagination has her so wet that she is loving the feeling...willing to step outside of herself to lose control she is so inviting...exciting to her mind is the way that she feels inside...imagining the ride...while she slide up and down...her thoughts have entered her into an orgasmic rage...riding the waves her wetness has now become a waterfall of sweet nectar that he imagines and she imagines...to be tasted!!!