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“
Oh
,
baby
,
”
he
whispers
as
he
moves
back
,
forward
,
a
slow
sensual
tempo
,
savoring
me
,
feeling
me
.
It
is
the
most
gentle
he
has
ever
been
,
and
it
takes
no
time
at
all
for
me
to
fall
over
the
edge
,
spiraling
into
a
delicious
,
violent
,
exhausting
orgasm
.
As
I
clench
around
him
,
it
ignites
his
release
,
and
he
slides
into
me
,
stilling
,
gasping
out
my
name
in
desperate
wonder
.
“
Ana
!
”
He
’
s
silent
and
panting
on
top
of
me
,
his
hands
still
entwined
in
mine
above
my
head
.
Finally
,
he
leans
back
and
stares
down
at
me
.
“
I
enjoyed
that
,
”
he
whispers
,
and
then
kisses
me
sweetly
He
doesn
’
t
linger
for
more
sweet
kisses
but
rises
,
covers
me
with
the
duvet
,
and
disappears
into
the
bathroom
.
On
his
return
,
he
’
s
carrying
a
bottle
of
white
lotion
.
He
sits
beside
me
on
the
bed
.
“
Roll
over
,
”
he
orders
,
and
begrudgingly
I
move
onto
my
front
.
Honestly
,
all
this
fuss
.
I
feel
very
sleepy
.
“
Your
ass
is
a
glorious
color
,
”
he
says
approvingly
,
and
he
tenderly
massages
the
cooling
lotion
into
my
pink
behind
.
“
Spill
the
beans
,
Grey
.
”
I
yawn
.
