[ It begins more subtly, this time, a spark that catches and ignites before building to a flickering flame, one that must be kindled and nurtured in order to grow further, and she tends to it with the increasing speed of her hips, a pace that quickens from an elegant undulation to something more raw, unabashed, louder moans leaving her lips while she essentially rides him — hard, because she knows he can take it.
If her hair wasn't already flowing loose around her shoulders it would be tumbling out of its pinnings by now given her momentum, the collision of skin on skin making it all too obvious what's transpiring under her skirts.
She braces her hands on his shoulders and gives voice to a cry against his lips, sharp and sudden, as the fire threatens to become an inferno that burns her from inside out. ] Come with me, please.
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If her hair wasn't already flowing loose around her shoulders it would be tumbling out of its pinnings by now given her momentum, the collision of skin on skin making it all too obvious what's transpiring under her skirts.
She braces her hands on his shoulders and gives voice to a cry against his lips, sharp and sudden, as the fire threatens to become an inferno that burns her from inside out. ] Come with me, please.