Collen's Story Part 1 E
My thighs drew in against each other. I continued drawing invisible circles near my neck. I felt them pressing tightly together. Muscles locking them in place preventing my hips from swaying left and right. The scrunch changed coarse.
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Behind my closed eyes, I was with Richard. We were in a hotel him. That wolf, on the bed laying back, my legs straddling his waist. He could feel the strength in my legs keeping him in place, while thrusting my hips forward, back, forward, back, forward, back, forward, back, continuously with hot stickiness being mashed against the most intimate space between him and I. His gray complexion beading with sweat. I push harder against him then grip his shoulders with the kind of tightness a pitcher grips a baseball at center field. My heart pounded, memory putting the feel of him inside without him being here. It might have been the surrounding steam and shower of water splashing my neck and pouring down between my ample breasts. It may have been blood flowing in pounding motion. Richards grabs my shoulders pulling me down against his bare chest. My head to the side of his heaving hot breathes into his ear as his hands slide down my sides sliding over the curve of my buttocks, letting me do own thing with just a little assistance. Oh God! I couldn't wait to see him tonight. How I long had it been since his last time I felt his body for real?
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