Stronger he might be, but she was no meek prey animal to lie quiet under his sexual aggression. She drew her feet up and planted them firmly in the grass, canting her hips to take him deeper, and fought to free her hands so she could touch, grip, claw at him (but not frantically as though she disliked being held down).
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Date: 2017-05-14 12:46 am (UTC)