As soon as he came down over her, she buried one hand in his hair and the other curled painfully tight into the meat of his back. She couldn't relax it enough to scrape or scratch or even move. Like her toes, it held all the tension of not-coming-yet, kept her pulled together until one deep, hard thrust by another, he drove her past that wound-tight tension to a breaking point.
Her cries went quiet, her cunt pulsed once, twice, in warning, and then her head tipped back, ribcage arched into him, and her fingers in his hair pulled tighter still but did nothing to ground her. She flew, soared, silent until his teeth caught in her shoulder--and then she shattered and screamed.
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Re: 8/31 - early evening - Private
Date: 2018-09-24 05:36 am (UTC)Her cries went quiet, her cunt pulsed once, twice, in warning, and then her head tipped back, ribcage arched into him, and her fingers in his hair pulled tighter still but did nothing to ground her. She flew, soared, silent until his teeth caught in her shoulder--and then she shattered and screamed.