Tiembla. Justo ahí donde la gota más espesa quedó atrapada.

La ves vibrar, moverse sola, al ritmo que ese corazón no puede controlar.

Y tú… lo sientes.

Cada golpe lo hace más tuyo.

Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum.

No estás tocándolo.

No hace falta.

El sonido lo llena todo. Golpes sordos, húmedos, adictivos.

Como si te latiera dentro.

Como si ese corazón ahora no supiera bombear otra cosa que tu deseo.

Ba-dum.

La descarga se hunde poco a poco entre los pliegues.

Cada impulso la arrastra más adentro.

Cada bombeo la mezcla con su calor.

Y tú sigues mirando.

Respirando fuerte.

Duro otra vez.

Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum.

Late por ti.

Late para ti.

Solo tú puedes detenerlo.

English

Ba-dum. It rumbles. Under the flesh, against the grass. The beat shakes the body you just soiled.

Ba-dum. Ba-dum.

Your essence is still warm on it. It quivers with each contraction, moves in slow waves across the taut, slick, pulsating surface. There is no pause. There is no truce.

Ba-dum.

It trembles. Right there where the thickest drop was trapped. You watch it vibrate, moving on its own, to the rhythm that heart cannot control.

And you… you feel it. Each beat makes it more yours.

Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum.

You are not touching it. There's no need. The sound fills everything. Muffled, wet, addictive thuds. As if it were beating inside you. As if that heart now didn't know how to pump anything but your desire.

Ba-dum.

The discharge sinks slowly between the folds. Each pulse drags it deeper. Each pump mixes it with its warmth. And you keep watching. Breathing heavily. Hard again.

Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum.