No music….
“No Music” – An Erotic Hymn Without Words
The title alone, “No Music”, was intriguing. It suggested an absence, a void where melody and rhythm should be. Yet as the viewer hits play, it quickly becomes evident that this pornographic masterpiece needs no musical accompaniment to captivate. The raw, unadulterated sounds of carnal pleasure reverberate through the audio, painting a vivid aural picture that stirs the most primal of instincts.
The video opens with a long, lingering shot of a beautiful brunette’s face in profile. Her eyes are closed, full lips parted slightly, hinting at impending ecstasy. The camera pans down her lithe, tanned body, over pert breasts, a taut stomach adorned with a tantalizingly small tattoo, and finally settles on her bare, glistening sex.
She is alone in a candlelit room, a plush bed(made up in luxurious, rich fabrics) the only other object in view. Her fingers begin to stroke lightly over her sensitive flesh, teasing, circling, applying just the right amount of pressure to send subtle shivers through her frame. Soft, breathy moans punctuate her increasingly more insistent caresses and the wet, grasping sounds of her own arousal echo in the silence.
Suddenly, the door to the chamber opens and in strides a tall, handsome man. His broad, muscular chest and chiseled abs bear an impressive variety of tattoos, speaking to a life well-lived. A tribal band encircles his toned forearms and his hair is a wild mop of dark curls, mirroring his partner’s brunette locks.
He takes no time removing his tight black underwear, allowing his ample, uncut cock to spring free. It’s already half-mast and thickening with each passing second. He uses his foot to kick the door closed and looms over the young woman on the bed, his eyes drinking in her lithe form hungrily.
Without preamble, he dives between her legs, forcing her thighs apart with powerful hands. Her gasp of surprise turns into a throaty purr of pleasure as his tongue delves between her folds to find her throbbing little clit. He laves and sucks at the sensitive nub, spurred on by her increasingly desperate mewls and the gush of her honeyed arousal.
The sexual tension mounts as he works two fingers into her tight channel, pumping them in and out while his thumb rubs firm circles over the bundle of nerves. Her cries grow louder, more insistent. She fists her hands in his hair, holding him in place as she begins to buck wildly against his face.
When her orgasm crashes through her, it’s a beautifully intense thing to behold. Back arched, head thrown back, thighs quivering and clenching, she cries out in ecstasy as her sex contracts rhythmically around his invading fingers. Her essence flows freely, matting his chin and dripping obscenely onto the sheets.
He gives her no time to recover, flipping her over onto her hands and knees. She rises up obligingly, presenting herself in all her debased glory, round ass high in the air, breasts grazing the sheets. He positions himself behind her and, hands on her hips, guides his thick length to her entrance.
The camera lingers on her face as he sinks into her in one long, delicious stroke. Wide-eyed, panting, she rocks back helplessly against him, little animal sounds spilling from her lips with each slow, grinding thrust. She reaches one arm back to grip his hip, her long nails scoring his skin. The sensation makes him drive into her harder, a guttural groan escaping him.
They find a rhythm together, bodies undulating, sweat-slicked flesh slapping lewdly as he pounds into her. The bed rocks beneath them, the headboard slamming into the wall in time with his increasingly frantic pace. A litany of filthy expletives spills from his mouth as he rails her, praising her responsiveness, her incredible tightness, working her into a kind of sexual delirium.
She spasms around him, coming undone with a choked scream of his name. He follows a moment later with a roar, hands tightening almost painfully on her hips as he hilts himself deep and pumps her full of his seed. Her passage ripples around him, milking him for every last drop as aftershocks rocket through her quivering frame.
They collapse together on the bed, a tangle of damp limbs, chests heaving. He rolls them to their sides, still intimately joined, and begins languidly tracing the lines of her body with his fingertips. She shivers and gives a breathless little moan, arching into his touch like a content kitten.
Like bookends, the video ends with a slow pan up the woman’s lithe, sated body, over her face, still glazed with repletion. As before, her eyes are closed, lips curved into a secret smile, contentment radiating from her very being. The camera holds on this final image for a moment, allowing the viewer to drink in the pure carnal beauty of it, before fading to black and leaving the lingering, exquisite sounds of their lovemaking to haunt the ears. No music needed – the sounds of passion are the only accompaniment required for this erotic symphony.
