For a moment all she could do was swear. Then she found a rhythm for herself that drove her against both points of contact. When she found that perfect pace, she started swearing again, but now it was to a purpose, begging him to stay with her, begging him to push her over the edge, promising him any usage of her body that he might want after that. She wasn't necessarily sure what she even offered, just that she meant every word.
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