I pulled out, almost completely – leaving only the tip inside her before slamming back into her tight channel. Her body trembled, gooseflesh peppering her back and she whimpered. I liked the sounds she made. Like she was fighting pain and pleasure, craving both – needing both. I pumped into her again, each thrust harder and deeper than the one before. I quickly found my stride and she rocked her hips back to meet mine. The wet sounds of our bodies slamming together filled the room, echoing against the walls. She pressed her face into the mattress, muffling her needy whimpers and moans of
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