there's something to be said for being pinned to the bed breasts pressed into the sheets as friction works overtime teasing & taunting pebbling their peaks your weight sensually resting from chest to thighs a blanket of intensity my legs slightly spread and you tunneling deep inside fully impaled unable to move every inch of me focused on you directed by you my only range of motion centered at the depth of our connection slow strokes with murmurs in my ear fingers tightly interlaced your hover shadowing my face building a gradual rhythm as I feel pressure relentlessly increase walls gently rippling not knowing which inward sinking will cause my undoing have me arching my back crying out & shuddering begging you silently baby, cum into me
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