She cried out softly as he drove into her, and returned that brief kiss with fervor before wrapping her own arms around him, holding him tightly and moving with him, the two of them undulating together, making love to each other, the pleasure intensifying.
"Me too," she whispered back, her own breath likewise heavy. "I couldn't touch myself without thinking of you. Not even when I thought you were dead."
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Date: 2020-03-16 05:22 am (UTC)"Me too," she whispered back, her own breath likewise heavy. "I couldn't touch myself without thinking of you. Not even when I thought you were dead."