Her own cry mingles with his. Rational thought dissolves as he starts to move, thick and hard and deep inside her. At this angle, she's not entirely helpless. She can still rock up into him and she watches his face through heavy-lidded eyes as she grips him with her core. Heat pools between her thighs, and she strives for him, arching up into the touch of his hand.
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Date: 2010-03-17 12:52 am (UTC)