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Silly Ole Bear
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- Jul 24, 2000
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Lance felt no need to rush. He knew, just as well as she did that pleasure would both come to them soon enough. He didn't so much as push into her, more than rock against her.
Their flesh moved together. His skin at times rubbing up against her. Both of them were sweating quite well about now, and the skin moved across as easily as he had slipped inside her. It added to very pleasure, his hard muscles against her soft curves. Hard nipples sliding across his pecs. All of it intensified the process.
He bit his lip, getting into a steady movement. He used his hips more than anything else, a slow steady grinding of himself into her. His hands were out, holding onto the sheets as he was on top of her, their succulent rhythm matching each other.
He moaned as he felt her tighten around him. It added just enough friction to grab at him as he was deep inside her. He still moved, but now it was rougher. Lance felt himself push now, really push into her, not simply moving around.
As if to show his gratitude he let out a long low moan. He also nipped at the side of her neck, letting his teeth come down. Just shy of enough strength to draw blood.
Now he began to move, thrust into her. A pace perhaps faster than before, but not necessarily. The only thing that had changed really was intensity.
Muscles over his sweat glistened body stretched and held as he looked up to her now. An intensity was there now, lust and passion replaced love and understanding.
They had made love, but they were moving steadily into sex territory. It felt right though, he didn't know why exactly, but it just felt right.
Everything was clicking together.
He let out another moan, searching for her lips, her tongue, and finding them.
Their flesh moved together. His skin at times rubbing up against her. Both of them were sweating quite well about now, and the skin moved across as easily as he had slipped inside her. It added to very pleasure, his hard muscles against her soft curves. Hard nipples sliding across his pecs. All of it intensified the process.
He bit his lip, getting into a steady movement. He used his hips more than anything else, a slow steady grinding of himself into her. His hands were out, holding onto the sheets as he was on top of her, their succulent rhythm matching each other.
He moaned as he felt her tighten around him. It added just enough friction to grab at him as he was deep inside her. He still moved, but now it was rougher. Lance felt himself push now, really push into her, not simply moving around.
As if to show his gratitude he let out a long low moan. He also nipped at the side of her neck, letting his teeth come down. Just shy of enough strength to draw blood.
Now he began to move, thrust into her. A pace perhaps faster than before, but not necessarily. The only thing that had changed really was intensity.
Muscles over his sweat glistened body stretched and held as he looked up to her now. An intensity was there now, lust and passion replaced love and understanding.
They had made love, but they were moving steadily into sex territory. It felt right though, he didn't know why exactly, but it just felt right.
Everything was clicking together.
He let out another moan, searching for her lips, her tongue, and finding them.