Anita begins to ride Asher with enthusiasm, moaning as she buries her face against Asher's throat. "Yes," she breathes, her lips teasing Asher's neck. "He's beautiful and... God... I swear I'm losing my mind."
She's trapped between the men, Asher moving inside her and Jean-Claude moving against the crevice of her backside. It feels amazing as she moves her hips to take Asher in while rubbing herself back against Jean-Claude. What surprises her the most is just how much she's enjoying herself without the ardeur, without the overriding lustful hunger to batter away at her own sense of self and limits.
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Date: 2009-10-07 07:28 pm (UTC)She's trapped between the men, Asher moving inside her and Jean-Claude moving against the crevice of her backside. It feels amazing as she moves her hips to take Asher in while rubbing herself back against Jean-Claude. What surprises her the most is just how much she's enjoying herself without the ardeur, without the overriding lustful hunger to batter away at her own sense of self and limits.