He thrusts deep, hips rising up to meet her, and it elicits a quiet hiss of breath as her eyes squeeze shut, solely concentrating on the sensation of him and nothing else.
His name falls from her lips, followed by a stream of her second language, quiet curses and moans as her hips set the pace: quick, hard, and none too gentle.
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His name falls from her lips, followed by a stream of her second language, quiet curses and moans as her hips set the pace: quick, hard, and none too gentle.