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Holy
crap
…
how
do
I
stop
?
With
one
swift
thrust
,
he
’
s
fully
inside
me
.
I
groan
loudly
,
gutturally
,
and
revel
in
the
fullness
of
his
possession
.
He
puts
his
hands
on
mine
on
top
of
my
head
,
his
elbows
hold
my
arms
out
and
down
,
and
his
legs
pinion
me
.
I
am
trapped
.
He
’
s
everywhere
,
overwhelming
me
,
almost
suffocating
.
But
it
’
s
heavenly
,
too
;
this
is
my
power
,
this
is
what
I
do
to
him
,
and
it
’
s
a
hedonistic
,
triumphant
feeling
.
He
moves
quickly
and
furiously
inside
me
,
his
breathing
harsh
at
my
ear
,
and
my
body
responds
,
melting
around
him
.
I
mustn
’
t
come
.
No
.
But
I
’
m
meeting
him
thrust
for
thrust
,
a
perfect
counterpoint
.
Abruptly
,
and
all
too
soon
,
he
rams
into
me
and
stills
as
he
finds
his
release
,
air
hissing
through
his
teeth
.
He
relaxes
momentarily
,
so
I
feel
his
entire
,
delicious
weight
on
me
.
I
’
m
not
ready
to
let
him
go
,
my
body
craving
relief
,
but
he
’
s
so
heavy
,
and
in
that
moment
,
I
can
’
t
push
against
him
.
All
of
a
sudden
,
he
withdraws
,
leaving
me
aching
and
hungry
for
more
.
He
glares
down
at
me
.
“
Don
’
t
touch
yourself
.
I
want
you
frustrated
.
That
’
s
what
you
do
to
me
by
not
talking
to
me
,
by
denying
me
what
’
s
mine
.
”
His
eyes
blaze
anew
,
angry
again
.
I
nod
,
panting
.
He
stands
and
removes
the
condom
,
knotting
it
at
the
end
,
and
puts
it
in
his
pants
pocket
.
I
gaze
at
him
,
my
breathing
still
erratic
,
and
involuntarily
I
squeeze
my
thighs
together
,
trying
to
find
some
relief
.
Christian
does
up
his
fly
and
runs
his
hand
through
his
hair
as
he
reaches
down
to
collect
his
jacket
.
He
turns
back
to
gaze
down
at
me
,
his
expression
softer
.
“
We
’
d
better
get
back
to
the
house
.
”
I
sit
up
,
a
little
unsteadily
,
dazed
.
“
Here
.
You
may
put
these
on
.
”
From
his
inside
pocket
,
he
produces
my
panties
.
I
don
’
t
grin
as
I
take
them
from
him
,
but
inside
I
know
—
I
’
ve
taken
a
punishment
fuck
but
gained
a
small
victory
over
the
panties
.
My
inner
goddess
nods
in
agreement
,
a
satisfied
grin
over
her
face
:
You
didn
’
t
have
to
ask
for
them
.
“
Christian
!
”
Mia
shouts
from
the
floor
below
.
