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It’s exquisite I feel filled—too full—and soain, and he ing Then his wide eyes burnHe runt-like sound…and I’s flashing like lightning and rolling like thick thunderclouds

Light rolls through olden

“Oh fuck Fuck…” His body quakes above s quake He’s in so deep, I cry out at the pleasure of it And then he draws out nearly all the way, his hand gripping my shoulder as he pushes back in

“Oh!”

“Finley” He’s out and then he’s plunging back in, tighteningmy knees

I can’t help a grunt as he draws out and repeats, fillingwith it

He groans, repeating the thrust two more ti tugging atto spark

Then his hips begin to thrust htly, his dark brows furrowed, full lips parted Every tihme up

I feel when he’s near release—the frenzied pace, the way he fillsat my own tendrils of bliss

I sla, “Harder!”

He gives what I ask, and two more thrusts—

I screa, then we’re panting; we’re both panting, and he’s dripping sweat I’h and concerned I’ his salty shoulder

“Did I hurt you?”

“Yes,” I laugh

He lifts himself up, and I clench around him My hand squeezes his hip