She's really no match for it, for him. With only his mouth, he takes her apart. She comes with a harsh, clipped cry. She ruts, grinds, grips him tight by his hair and forgetting the man might ever want or need to breathe. Her long dark hair cascades down around them both as she's taken by tremors. There's no other elegance. They've well and made a mess of one another now.
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