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Storm King

‘His broad hands grab my hips and he slides me onto him, making me cry out in surprised, fulfilled delight. His metered thrusting begins again, in-out, in-out, his pleasure coming from building my orgasm, as an architect takes pleasure in a house he has built brick-by-brick. Pound, pound.

Lightning brightens the room for a moment, stunning us both. He slows for only a second before increasing his speed, reaching a hand down to gently fondle a nipple before sliding it between my legs. As soon as his fingers touch me, I am electrified.’

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