their tongues are locked in a heady embrace. his knife slides under her garters,
setting her free, his hands tear at her clothing. the T-shirt splits under his fingers, she pops the buttons of his formal wear off, in one smooth motion. he enters her with no ceremony-
she gasps in surprise. he moans into her mouth as she swears in dark, dead, invented language.
with hunger and abandon, he thrusts again and again, as she takes his hair in handfuls and holds on for fear of death.
simple pleasure.
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