They were moving purposeful, into and against one another. There was a goal here. Easily lifting Benz, Daun set out to reach said goal. “Mmmm…” she whimpered, as he effortlessly bounced her up and down on his never-ending length. She’d mentally noted to count them inches later. “Harder.” “Don’t say that…” Daun warned. “Harder,” Benz insisted, glaring at him with the happiest anger he’d ever seen.
