[ tingling tension creeps its way up through her as he pushes inside her wet center. she tips her head back, shuts her eyes, and lifts her hips to meet his. her slow exhale teeters on the edge of a moan. her arms slide around his waist, fingertips pressing into his back to pull him down closer to her.
she leans forward and buries her face against his neck. she doesn't start moving in any urgent way, instead holding onto how completely he fills her. ]
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she leans forward and buries her face against his neck. she doesn't start moving in any urgent way, instead holding onto how completely he fills her. ]