[ He gives, and she takes — she takes like it already belongs to her, as merciless with the motion of her hips as she was with her fists when he first laid eyes on her. Maybe another woman — one more kind or more whole — she might go a little easy, looking down at this man with tears in his eyes and a sob in his chest. But not Andy. This woman's instincts say that she can ride his mouth to catharsis for both of them, and she won't let up. No — she goes harder, muscles tight in her thighs with the effort of it.
Both hands meet in his hair, pulling to the point of pain. She sinks down more fully against him, leaving little room to breathe as she chases that building tension. The space between her legs must become claustrophobic as she tenses up reflexively, everything going taunt for one eternal moment before she's finally letting go, biting down on a wretched noise as she bows over him, shudders running the length of her body.
Everything between her cunt and his face is a warm, wet mess. She should probably move. Make sure he's still alive down there. Maybe she will, in a minute. ]
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Both hands meet in his hair, pulling to the point of pain. She sinks down more fully against him, leaving little room to breathe as she chases that building tension. The space between her legs must become claustrophobic as she tenses up reflexively, everything going taunt for one eternal moment before she's finally letting go, biting down on a wretched noise as she bows over him, shudders running the length of her body.
Everything between her cunt and his face is a warm, wet mess. She should probably move. Make sure he's still alive down there. Maybe she will, in a minute. ]