[She writhes, then, trying to hold off an orgasm. It's building up, her skin flushing red, her legs tightening around him. She moves her mouth to his again, because she's embarrassed, a little, about how good he feels, she doesn't want him to look at her face just now, but even through the kiss the sound of voice cuts through.
She just can't stop whimpering against him, and soon she's trembling slightly with the orgasm she can't contain, flush against him, tightening around him]
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She just can't stop whimpering against him, and soon she's trembling slightly with the orgasm she can't contain, flush against him, tightening around him]