Over the edge

            He
made love to me like a man possessed, not fast and rough, but lustful and
passionate. Taking my body soaring, making my skin tingle with desire. I figured
he had gone without for a long time. It was easy for me to go with him, fit
right with his rhythm. I was as hungry for him as he was for me. Just as the
gasp escaped from his chest that I’d taken him over the edge, my body arched
into his exploding in orgasm.




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