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the pleasure I
give him -- my hips tighten and I feel the throbbing need inside. But
his expression becomes a grimace as I pulse upon him.
"So good!" he moans.
I let my legs curl around the small of his back, my calves tense
and feeling his powerful muscles. His eyes pop wide, his gaze fixed on
me.
"I want all of you," I say, the huskiness of my voice surprising
me. "I want to sheath you in me." From where have these words come? No
matter; they have their effect on him. He shudders as I pull myself
farther onto him.
I can feel him inside my all-but-virgin cunt, every detail and
feature of his prick: the fat glans, like a mole digging into me; the
little ridge and the depression behind it, so smooth and giving in its
featheriness; the steely swell of his iron-hard shaft, with its bulging
veins conveying his heartbeat to me.
The sensations are overwhelming me. I feel incredibly full, yet
yearning for more. The pleasure is not even sexual, but something more.
His face
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