Orgasm
i remember my best orgasm i was below him, watching as beads of sweat were brewing on his sun-seared skin, lean muscles stretching and contracting on his 6" 1' frame my legs locked around his waist, pelvis rocking forward to press insistently against him: his bare harness, long and thick, rubbing against my desperate valley, eager to enter... i knew it was coming i could feel the heat building, wet skin boiling, burning its path beneath the surface of my skin-- i couldn't catch my breath; i didn't care if i had died in that moment, it would have been without regret-- and then release... head fell back, lips parted, and i screamed... writhing and rocking against his hardness in ecstasy... hips thrusting... nails sunk in skin... eyes rolling, helpless... the thrill of the moment... rubbing, riding, screaming... beyond rules, rhythm, restraint... together.
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