As he pounded into me, his cock dragged back and forth over so many sensitive parts. It was like burning alive. How hot and real and raw we were. Sweat slicked our skin, and the scent of sex filled the air. We were all grasping hands and thrusting hips. Me rising to take him and him slamming home. If anyone walked away a little sore from our efforts, it really didn’t matter. The only thing we cared about was reaching that high together. One hand fisted my hair while the other slipped beneath my butt cheek, urging me on. Holding me close. Keeping me ready to take him again and again. And the
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