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He gently pulled away and moved down my body, kissing me as though I was made of the most fragile glass. As he reached my womanhood, he kept up the soft attention as our sweaty bodies wiggled and writhed to an unheard cadence. I closed my eyes and raised my arms over my head and lost myself in the sheer joy of the feelings he was igniting in me; I was a quivering heap of flesh. After what seemed an eternity, I lowered my hands to his shoulders and told him that I needed him in me now. He pulled me into a sitting position, turned me over, and gently pushed my head into the covers so that my ass was in the air, and he could enter me from behind. Oh, my God! I was moaning in rapture, and his powerful thrusts were sending me over the precipice of sanity. Faster and harder, he plunged into me.