Till Death
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There, he takes control, his breath ragged as his c**k sets a firm rhythm, his intensity taking me, as it always does, by surprise. Hard thrusts let me feel exactly how aroused he is, every stroke bringing a new burst of pleasure.
I have f**ked Nathan countless times. Standing, sitting, bent over or on his lap. But never this completely, never without an emotional wall of some sort between us, constructed either by him or me. This time, as his c**k thrusts, as our eyes lock and our bodies move as one, my wall crumbles down. In this moment, he takes my heart as well as my body.
I have f**ked Nathan countless times. Standing, sitting, bent over or on his lap. But never this completely, never without an emotional wall of some sort between us, constructed either by him or me. This time, as his c**k thrusts, as our eyes lock and our bodies move as one, my wall crumbles down. In this moment, he takes my heart as well as my body.
