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Dhiate's hands rested on her hips. His eyes widened as she gripped him, so different from the male that had openly defied her until the very end. She still wasn't sure who came out on top from that encounter. Her eyes softened and she pulled her hand away, letting the pleasure wash through her body as he thrusted into her. Delicately she let her hands dance over what managed to slip out between thrusts, grasping his balls and gently stroking them before letting her hand splay over his chest.
He was a natural. Amy couldn't find any more words, any more guidance to give him. Her mind was consumed, feral to the bone. Her teeth flashed as he forced himself deeper, barely managing herself from the violent moves that this usually brought out, biting and clawing her partner. His hands raised over her, breasts tingling with the sensation before he slipped over her back, lowering down to her hips again. Dhiate... Her voice was soft, clear of the lust, showing actual care for him before she was lost in the rush again, pushing herself so that he went deeper.
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