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Waking up was the last thing Gwin wanted to do. Her body felt languid and heavy from pleasure. She and Lancelot had made love all night long and into the morning.
Their first time, they’d both been in a hurry and things had escalated quickly. After that first time, they came together again. The second time was slow. They both spent time exploring the other, kissing every patch of skin, tasting every crevice.
Lance had spent an ample amount of time on both of her breasts. Gwin had squirmed and undulated until her body shook with a release. Then he’d entered her, pumping deep and long until she’d found another release alongside him.
They'd rested for a few hours, wrapped inside each other's embrace. Then they'd join together again, seeking not only another release but the familiarity
