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He
reaches
between
my
legs
and
pulls
on
the
blue
string
—
what
?
!
—
and
gently
takes
my
tampon
out
and
tosses
it
into
the
nearby
toilet
.
Holy
fuck
.
Sweet
mother
of
all
…
Jeez
.
And
then
he
’
s
inside
me
…
ah
!
Skin
against
skin
…
moving
slowly
at
first
…
easily
,
testing
me
,
pushing
me
…
oh
my
.
I
grip
on
to
the
sink
,
panting
,
forcing
myself
back
on
him
,
feeling
him
inside
me
.
Oh
,
the
sweet
agony
…
his
hands
clasp
my
hips
.
He
sets
a
punishing
rhythm
—
in
,
out
,
and
he
reaches
around
and
finds
my
clitoris
,
massaging
me
…
oh
jeez
.
I
can
feel
myself
quicken
.
“
That
’
s
right
,
baby
,
”
he
rasps
as
he
grinds
into
me
,
angling
his
hips
,
and
it
’
s
enough
to
send
me
flying
,
flying
high
.
Whoa
…
and
I
come
,
loudly
,
gripping
for
dear
life
onto
the
sink
as
I
spiral
down
through
my
orgasm
,
everything
spinning
and
clenching
at
once
.
He
follows
,
clasping
me
tightly
,
his
front
on
my
back
as
he
climaxes
and
calls
my
name
like
it
’
s
a
litany
or
a
prayer
.
“
Oh
,
Ana
!
”
His
breathing
is
ragged
in
my
ear
,
in
perfect
synergy
with
mine
.
“
Oh
,
baby
,
will
I
ever
get
enough
of
you
?
”
he
whispers
.
We
sink
slowly
to
the
floor
,
and
he
wraps
his
arms
around
me
,
imprisoning
me
.
Will
it
always
be
like
this
?
So
overwhelming
,
so
all
-
consuming
,
so
bewildering
and
beguiling
.
I
wanted
to
talk
,
but
now
I
’
m
spent
and
dazed
from
his
lovemaking
and
wondering
if
I
will
ever
get
enough
of
him
?
I
am
curled
on
his
lap
,
my
head
against
his
chest
,
as
we
both
calm
.
Very
subtly
,
I
inhale
his
sweet
,
intoxicating
Christian
scent
.
I
must
not
nuzzle
.
I
must
not
nuzzle
.
I
repeat
the
mantra
in
my
head
—
though
I
am
so
tempted
to
do
so
.
I
want
to
lift
my
hand
and
draw
patterns
in
his
chest
hair
with
my
fingertips
…
but
I
resist
,
knowing
that
he
’
ll
hate
it
if
I
do
.
We
are
both
quiet
,
lost
in
our
thoughts
.
I
am
lost
in
him
…
lost
to
him
.
I
remember
that
I
have
my
period
.
“
I
’
m
bleeding
,
”
I
murmur
.
“
Doesn
’
t
bother
me
,
”
he
breathes
.
