Felicity...
He took pity on me, released his hands from my waist, and slipped back into my hot, drenched cleft, receptive to my situation and, at heart, an empathetic lover. I wrapped my arms around his neck and snuggled his throat, thanking him, engaging him with my tongue, tasting him, and feeling as if I was meant to be filled by him.
I felt majestically dunned by s*x, magnified by s*x, stupefied, flooded with s*x, soaring and tumbling, elevating and lowering my body, voluptuously consumed and stuffed, impaled on his full length. Axel directed and controlled the rhythm, the degree and depth of thrust, and how far I was permitted to slide with his hands on my hips, intentionally controlling the euphoric movement and flow.
My deep cleavage flared wide on the downstrokes, converging on
