She can feel him, so hard, rocking inside of her. The rhythmic slap of their bodies keeping time as
She can feel him, so hard, rocking inside of her. The rhythmic slap of their bodies keeping time as flesh against bare flesh. Her thoughts are screaming, begging her to cry out, to warn him off, to not take the risk. Instead she lowers her mouth, gently pinching the back of her hand between her teeth. Not enough that the pain blots out the pleasure, but enough to keep those desperate words from forming… -- source link