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... pleasure crashing into me at his steady and relentless touch and command. He held me tight, his hands gripping my hips, moving with precision and power, while still being soft and gentle.
His breath was warm against my skin, hot little whispers of my name, liquid purity, rasping in time with my own ragged breaths. The world outside completely vanished into oblivion, only he and I existed, tangled and burning.
He didn’t stop, even as the clock ticked past midnight, then one, two. ...
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