[ of course she is terrified; she should be. keyed up, so drunk on her own lust; it is a rush of knowledge that consumes him, how she writhes against his probing, stroking tongue, how she begins to welcome and ask for it with every rock of her hips. it is a drug; she is, the kind that inspires the headiest euphoria and darkest appetite.
he is groaning against her wetness as is coats his lips, his chin; chasing her with an insatiable drive to claim her every moment she shifts away, his tongue willing, ready, hot and caressing when she pushes back to him. he wants her all, and it is the reason his heart pounds painfully, the reason his cock throbs as he holds her tighter, lunges forward as if to pin her, to leave her even more merciless to his hunger. he is groaning, growling, grabbing her hand gripping the cushion to hold it in a vice to her side.
the sounds she makes lure him into the present, the moment, out of his thoughts and head. they are all he wants, delving deep into her, flexing his fingers around her palm. ]
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he is groaning against her wetness as is coats his lips, his chin; chasing her with an insatiable drive to claim her every moment she shifts away, his tongue willing, ready, hot and caressing when she pushes back to him. he wants her all, and it is the reason his heart pounds painfully, the reason his cock throbs as he holds her tighter, lunges forward as if to pin her, to leave her even more merciless to his hunger. he is groaning, growling, grabbing her hand gripping the cushion to hold it in a vice to her side.
the sounds she makes lure him into the present, the moment, out of his thoughts and head. they are all he wants, delving deep into her, flexing his fingers around her palm. ]