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Nymphetamine
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She was almost proud of herself for her victory, she'd assumed he's be harder to beat, but then again, he must not have known she'd play back.. Silly boy. She kept kissing him, softly, pulling her lips back, leaving the butterfly kisses all over his lips and sometimes on his cheek. Her hands which had removed themselves from the erection she was so delightful while playing with, now pressed against his chest. Soaking in and absorbing his warmth, feeling his heart beat erratically for her.
A sigh of relief nearly left her when she felt him press back against her. Fight her to the bed. She resisted little, instead, she found herself wrapping her arms around his shoulders. She was relatively 'fresh' in the sense she'd been without any sexual activity for such a long period of time. As they kissed ever-so passionately, Emily opened her eyes, pulling her lips away for a brief second. "Be gentle." She asked of him, she know he'd comply. Though he might worry, or wonder. Though those concerns did not really come to her attention quite then, his hot hands came to her hip, grasping it, while his other hand was touching himself (or at least she assumed). Emily wasted no more time on words, quickly she grasped his lips in her own, bringing their sensual kiss back, her fingers knotting themselves into his shaggy set of hair.
There was no pause, there was no second guessing. As soon as his warmth was near her own wet core, he pressed himself inside of her. Automatically, she gasped, softly. Her hips jerking up to meet his, her hands tightening. An exhilarating feeling wriggled up inside of her. Emily lost her breath, lost her train of thought and all she could think about was him. Him and the absolute lust he was causing her. Her muscles were tight and firm around him, not wanting to budge at all. Even though he pushed himself inside of her, her body resisted him, only creating more pleasure for the two. He was pushing against her walls, spreading her wider than she'd ever been spread before.
A whimpering moan left Emily and her hands fell from his hair. Her arms were sprawled across the bed, her body rocking up against his, matching his slow, sensual rhythm. "Oh Ezra." She whined his name, needfully.
A sigh of relief nearly left her when she felt him press back against her. Fight her to the bed. She resisted little, instead, she found herself wrapping her arms around his shoulders. She was relatively 'fresh' in the sense she'd been without any sexual activity for such a long period of time. As they kissed ever-so passionately, Emily opened her eyes, pulling her lips away for a brief second. "Be gentle." She asked of him, she know he'd comply. Though he might worry, or wonder. Though those concerns did not really come to her attention quite then, his hot hands came to her hip, grasping it, while his other hand was touching himself (or at least she assumed). Emily wasted no more time on words, quickly she grasped his lips in her own, bringing their sensual kiss back, her fingers knotting themselves into his shaggy set of hair.
There was no pause, there was no second guessing. As soon as his warmth was near her own wet core, he pressed himself inside of her. Automatically, she gasped, softly. Her hips jerking up to meet his, her hands tightening. An exhilarating feeling wriggled up inside of her. Emily lost her breath, lost her train of thought and all she could think about was him. Him and the absolute lust he was causing her. Her muscles were tight and firm around him, not wanting to budge at all. Even though he pushed himself inside of her, her body resisted him, only creating more pleasure for the two. He was pushing against her walls, spreading her wider than she'd ever been spread before.
A whimpering moan left Emily and her hands fell from his hair. Her arms were sprawled across the bed, her body rocking up against his, matching his slow, sensual rhythm. "Oh Ezra." She whined his name, needfully.