I fill the time.
Black strands slipped silken over velvety white shoulder, there was no curl to hug the breast which hung round and high.
Her nipples stood tall with pleasure and yet she looked elsewhere.
The scene inside the room was warm.
One nude male lay sprawled, his arms and legs hanging loosely to each side.
A second male was crouched between those spread legs, mouth fastened on an erect penis and making squelchy noise.
A third was behind the second, fingers pulling at buttocks.
There were women about as well, four of them.
Three were together in a fair imitation of the male group, the other knelt at Yael's feet, mouth dripping from recent activity.
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To me sex via word is rarely gripping.
If you've read one decent description you've read nearly all.
Even with the above passage most blanks can be auto-filled.
It is in the voice, the view, the fantasy, or the feel that arousal is found.
But then I crapped out on smut novels at the age of fourteen after having devoured a library full.