Her hand drifts down to touch his cheek, her expression wide and touched with wonder. Her legs still hold to him, not willing to part just yet. He feels massive, powerful between her thighs, and his voice still echoes in her ears.
"My bull," she whispers in his native Spanish, her breath ragged, still kissing him, still breathing him in.
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Date: 2010-02-19 06:19 pm (UTC)"My bull," she whispers in his native Spanish, her breath ragged, still kissing him, still breathing him in.