Anita straddles his hips, rubs against him, groaning. Her teeth pull at his lip, scrape at his throat. The ardeur washes over her and she needs to feel him inside her now.
She reaches between them, stroking him a couple of times, pleased he's ready, and then she sits down upon him. This time, her scream isn't one of fear, but of pain mingled with pleasure, and she dives into another kiss.
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Date: 2009-10-06 03:06 am (UTC)She reaches between them, stroking him a couple of times, pleased he's ready, and then she sits down upon him. This time, her scream isn't one of fear, but of pain mingled with pleasure, and she dives into another kiss.