Lock down blues..keystrokes

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She straddled him. Her hair was loose.
It was cut straight across at the level of her shoulders. It was hanging forward, hiding her face, except for her eyes, which she was holding shut tight.
She was being careful about his cock, leaving it alone so far. On his back meant fun for him,
One thing he loved that she sometimes did was to align their nipples and rub.
Hers would be hard and his would be too. He didn’t know if she would do that. In an ideal world she would do everything she had ever done with him, in farewell, a variety show, had they world enough and time, which they didn’t. There was too much.


She was dragging her hair across his eyes. Kiss me, he thought, anguished, because she wasn’t going to, he knew. She lightly bit his shoulder.
She was lowering herself more.
She was brushing her breasts across his face.
He wanted to take one of her breasts into his mouth, either one.


He wanted to get as much of one of her breasts into his mouth as he could. Her breasts were killing him, her blunt instruments. He had called them that and she had laughed, long ago.
He drove himself harder into her. She was whining with pleasure and that was good. She would climax again right away.He kept on, slowing himself.She could sense my pleasure passing through me almost unnoticed and I tried to fix my entire concentration on it.. When u felt the blurry warmth of my climax, you moved up a little and tightened herself for a slow, deliberate slide down.


Whatever semen he had surrendered at the coaxing of her fingers had left a prodigious storehouse behind— almost a creepy abundance. His scrotum, feet, hands went icy cold and my mouth— moments before filled with the slosh of desire— was dry as a wafer. His muscles were collapsing, my lungs shriveled like burst balloons, but he continued to come

He pushed her knees up higher. He was almost there and so was she, again.And then the knot at the root of his cock dissolved in fire, melting. He shouted when he came. Then she was snorting, trying to say something. She was telling him to stop. She had come a second time and she wanted him to stop. They disengaged, shaking.

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