She began to move in counterpoint to him, one hand gripping the edge of the pillow above her head to anchor herself as she rocked against his gentle but unstoppable thrusts. Her ankles were still locked behind his back, leaving her open to him as they pressed together.
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Date: 2016-04-19 03:34 am (UTC)"Go slow," she breathed, laying her head back.