It was so much, and it's Jean-Claude's nails on her flesh that reminds her that she is more than the pleasure rushing through her. Anita is breathless in her cries, shuddering violently, feeling Jean-Claude bucking beneath her, and the ardeur simply feasts on everything the men offer up to her. Seed, sweat, flesh, it's all drunk down, taken into her, made part of her.
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Date: 2009-08-26 07:36 pm (UTC)