[Her moan of frustration is good natured. This is the best kind of torture, and the license to be as loud as she wants is pretty liberating. She channels her every instinct to fight back, to wrestle control from him, into her voice. (Who knew moaning, in and of itself, could feel so good?)
When he finally lets her come, it's like an earthquake — her body trembles, shakes, falls into pieces. She melts into mattress and tries to remember how to breathe. Her arms feel like noodles, but she manages to get a hold of his hair and tug to indicate she wants him to come back up.]
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When he finally lets her come, it's like an earthquake — her body trembles, shakes, falls into pieces. She melts into mattress and tries to remember how to breathe. Her arms feel like noodles, but she manages to get a hold of his hair and tug to indicate she wants him to come back up.]