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“
Christ
,
you
’
re
killing
me
here
,
Anastasia
,
”
he
groans
.
I
admire
my
handiwork
and
him
.
He
really
is
a
fine
specimen
of
a
man
.
Looking
at
him
is
very
,
very
arousing
.
“
Now
.
I
want
to
be
buried
inside
you
,
”
he
murmurs
.
I
stare
down
at
him
,
daunted
,
and
he
sits
up
suddenly
,
so
we
’
re
nose
to
nose
.
“
Like
this
,
”
he
breathes
,
and
he
snakes
one
hand
around
my
hips
,
lifting
me
,
and
with
the
other
he
positions
himself
beneath
me
and
,
very
slowly
,
eases
me
onto
him
.
I
groan
as
he
stretches
me
open
,
filling
me
,
my
mouth
hanging
open
in
surprise
at
the
sweet
,
sublime
,
agonizing
,
over
-
full
feeling
.
Oh
…
please
.
“
That
’
s
right
,
baby
,
feel
me
,
all
of
me
,
”
he
growls
,
and
briefly
closes
his
eyes
.
And
he
’
s
inside
me
,
sheathed
to
the
hilt
,
and
he
holds
me
in
place
,
for
seconds
…
minutes
…
I
have
no
idea
,
staring
intently
into
my
eyes
.
“
It
’
s
deep
this
way
,
”
he
murmurs
.
He
flexes
and
swivels
his
hips
in
the
same
motion
,
and
I
groan
…
oh
my
—
the
sensation
radiates
throughout
my
belly
…
everywhere
.
Fuck
!
“
Again
,
”
I
whisper
.
He
grins
a
lazy
grin
and
obliges
.
Moaning
,
I
throw
my
head
up
,
my
hair
tumbling
down
my
back
,
and
very
slowly
,
he
sinks
down
on
to
the
bed
