Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
Her focus was all on the path his cock took along her lower body, tense anticipation followed by a thrill of elation, of terrible hungry need when she felt him slip inside. She gasped at the feeling of it, moaned and tried to shift back to sheathe him in, but his hands shifted and he pulled out again, lifted her hips so the couldn't do what she wanted. He said she had to let him fuck her, yet he was the one who kept her from moving, and she whimpered in protest, aching.
He slipped the tip of his cock inside again, just enough to keep her insanely aware of how not enough it was, and her breaths were so harsh and heavy now that they resembled sobs. He denied her, asked if she would let him, and she didn't know what he wanted, how to let him fuck her more than she already was?
"Yes, yes!" she sobbed, panting, wild with want... again she tried to shift, but his grip kept her from moving. Ah, it was torture!
He slipped the tip of his cock inside again, just enough to keep her insanely aware of how not enough it was, and her breaths were so harsh and heavy now that they resembled sobs. He denied her, asked if she would let him, and she didn't know what he wanted, how to let him fuck her more than she already was?
"Yes, yes!" she sobbed, panting, wild with want... again she tried to shift, but his grip kept her from moving. Ah, it was torture!
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
