[ Praise leaves her in a filthy litany; pleading his name, pleading for more and nearly all of it is bracketed with swearing. Her fingers twist in the covers and what little movement he let her have, she uses to follow his rhythm.
Wound up as she was, it doesn't take long for her breath to shallow and her hips to stagger out of the pace he set.]
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Wound up as she was, it doesn't take long for her breath to shallow and her hips to stagger out of the pace he set.]
'm close. I'm so close.