Open-mouthed, I think I fucking feel your teeth. Wet tongue slithering down my neck in a solemn request for expression of completion, but I can't fucking endure it, I have to, I have to buck my hips into yours. React, yes, you're reacting. Push me down, harder, fucking faster. Bruise me in your white-raged filled movements, erratic and spastic. Groaning and tensing and arching and choking, what the hell are you doing to me, I don't remember my name. You, you, you, my everything.

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