[ Hei feels his back hit the couch with a mushy thud. For a moment the room tilts and whirls in a phantasmagoric riot. Blinking his head clear, he starts to say, ] We could just fu -- [ And when she twists his erection, the verb quickly becomes an adjective. ] Fuck. [ Spikes of pleasurepain burst in thin bright lines across his brain. Forgetting the rules, his hand flies up to cover hers. But it's not to wrench her away. It's to increase the pressure, tightening the trap of her fingers around his cock. There's the faintest edge of something in his voice -- hardness or softness, the liquid tone makes it hard to tell. ] ...More.
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