She gasped at the slight sting on her neck. The spot he’d been working with such fevered intent. Not painful as no sooner than she felt it … then the world around her exploded into a multitude of sensations and emotions. She trembled from whatever the bite did to her but, at the moment, she didn’t care what it was. The orgasm ripped through her, more powerful than she’d ever thought possible. Colors became more vibrant, clashing together to cause the strangest kaleidoscope. Yet he wasn’t done. Yowza. She clung to the sill as he continued thrusting into her time and time again, so hard his balls slapped her clit, further enhancing whatever the hell he’d done to her neck. Their grunts, groans and sighs overtook all other sounds around them. Even drowned out the crickets. “Moss — God, yesssssssss,” she screamed out in ecstasy. Still riding the orgasmic high and unable to form coherent words, she sighed when he turned her around and carried her over to the bed.
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