She grabbed my head. “My turn now”,
she said, guiding my
to her
. I knew just what she wanted.
I started
ing her BBLLAA,
slowly at first, my movements getting
progressively faster, harder. I knew exactly
how she liked it- we had been doing
this same dance for years, her and I. In
minutes, I had her
primed for
. The
s of her
became more urgent, and
she pushed herself down harder into my
, trapping my
in her
, and
ing
them tightly together. Then she moaned
and arched her
upwards,
and she started growling almost ferociously,
either at what was happening, or what it
felt like, or at how much it turned her on.
only ever heard from wild animals. I realized
she was going to
, right on
, and very soon. So was I.
“Who do you belong to?”, I hissed again,
into her
.
“WHO DO YOU BELONG TO?” I howled,
and then both of our bodies gave
into the throes of
, and
ed together in a final,
primal rhythm. I
ed like it was
the last thing I ever wanted to do. She
ed like a hurricane.
“ME!” she howled. And then she twisted her
body, and in one quick motion, she was on
top of me.
She
ed herself on me. Her
started
ing
urgently, and I knew we were heading to
the final
. Her palms were
now
on my
,
and every inch of her body was tensed.
Her bright eyes were squeezed shut, and
it almost looked like she wasn’t moving.
But her face was pink and flushed, her
breathing was rapid and shallow, and
every few seconds she’d make sounds I’d
She
off me,
herself down, and was dressed before the
afterglow had faded.
I was still regulating my breathing when I
heard her shout, “ME!” from the front door.
Then the door slammed, and I was alone.
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