Sunday, April 10, 2011

FIAF #31 (A Naughty Version)


TAKEN

He pushed up, hard, hungry thrusts of his hips.  She could barely breathe, could only feel his thighs tremble, his arms helping to raise and lower her.  He moved faster, a kind of desperate, ravenous surging of flesh into flesh, his grunts the harmonic accompaniment to her whimpers of delight as she clung, hungry, mindless.