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She swallowed. She shook her head. She looked as if she were in pain. Her tongue darted out and licked her lips. 'Just fuck me right here against the door,' she said. |
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Fuck me? John had never heard her say that before. Somehow, the words didn't sound foul. Just blunt and urgent. |
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'Fuck me,' she said again. |
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And he no longer cared how, as long as he did it. |
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He moved forward and Lynn spread her knees wide and he went up against her feeling the firm soft push of her breasts, her arms going around him. When he tried to crouch, the door at Lynn's back stopped his knees. He pulled her away from it, clutching her buttocks through the slick dress, urging her closer. |
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And he slid up into her as she sank down, wet and tight and hugging. |
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Her legs came up around his hips. They seemed to be climbing him. The higher they climbed, the deeper he plunged. |
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Then he had her pinned to the door. He kissed her mouth. It got away, and his lips met her chin. Her mouth was a moving target, and he stopped trying to kiss it. He watched her eyes, and she watched his as the hard thrusts jammed her upward and she slid down against the door only to be pounded up again. She grunted and bit her lips and whimpered. She whipped her head from side to side. She let go of him with her arms. Slumped back against the door and jerking up and down against it, she rubbed and squeezed her breasts. |
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John had never seen her like this before. |
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