Mar 9, 2024
Their love-making had been fast and furious. In truth, it hadn’t been love-making at all. To call it by its true name would be fucking. Teeth had clashed, nails had clawed at skin and the sounds of their bodies slapping together along with their moans had filled the room. Lust, need, and desperation had fuelled their appetites. Their climaxes had shattered between them, surprising them both with profound relief. Now they lay, panting, covered in sweat - their own and each other’s - satisfied and worn like good lovers should be.
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