I had to share the rusted iron sculpture with Daniel. Such was its power, we were hesitant to touch it, but gradually we warmed to its charms. In a sense, we let it have its way with us. Usually in our lovemaking our hands roam over each other, as if to shape and mold while and at the same time attempting discover every nuance of each other, but now, with the twisted mass of iron proximate, we explored the contrast between our bodies, our skin, our being and the implacable metal of the art.

Eventually, as if guided by the sculpture, Daniel pushed his hefty cock deep into my cunt. We fucked each other smooth and slow at first, then began to bang hard and fast, and I soon surrendered to the shattering pleasure. Daniel held firm throughout my coming.