He didn't lift my skirt, didn't bare my sex to his eyes and cock. He didn't use his weight to pin me down, but his hips sank beautifully against mine, the fine silk a kiss of a barrier between us. And when he surged, I moaned, my eyes falling shut and muscles surrendering gratefully. He ground his cock into my sex, groaned with me at the friction, at how quickly the silk grew damp and clung to our skin. His lips pressed to my forehead and I reached up to his waist, guided him closer, noted how the tip of his cock pooled slippery heat onto my belly. My body would strain to take him, the massive
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