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imself inside
her with each step he took. At the head of it he leaned forward and placed
her buttocks there. A little weight returned to her. Grasping 's wrists he
lifted 's hands at last from his shoulders, and lowered 's gently through
the increasing downward pull, until rested with 's head looking up at him,
her thighs still holding him. He raised 's ankles against his shoulders.
As he bent forward to touch 's breasts, found 's bottom curled into
his thighs, 's hips upward around his now vertical flesh.
"I am the earth," whispered, "you are the seed, the plough,
the gardener, planting me, what are you?"
He began a steady vertical movement, almost out of 's and in again,
which carried his hands up and down 's slippery chest, 's small breasts
moving with deeper and deeper breaths and the passage of his fingers, and
her hips twisting and pushing, the muscles inside 's jerking and squeezing
and tightening wildly as he came down, came down, came down.
"You are the rain, that turns the earth liquid, you are the thunderstorm,
you are the l_i_g_h_t_ning, you are the l_i_g_h_t_ning, you are the
l_i_g_h_t_ning, you are the l_i_g_h_t_ning,..." the rhythm peaked as
her legs went rigid against his ribs and he stoo
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