BREAKING RULES, PULLING STRINGS

ps thrust in between mine; pushing me higher on

s in a desperate clasp; hoping it can serve as an anchor to keep me connected enough to reality. I can already feel mys

rust. Fueled by my response, his rhythm is lost. Each jut of his hip is more frantic than the last,

his erection. I am on the brink of an eruption, j

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d ending in an exclamation. I sound breathy, I am ch

my fingers digging so much deeper into hi

eyes locked on mine, he brings his mou

t go completely and I feel myself fall freely into

o.. thre