[Everything is a blur, up until the point she feels his cock sink as far into her as her body will currently allow. It's almost too much at first, the sensory input overwhelming when put together with her frenzied need to be as close to him as possible. His hips rock, and pull gasps and soft sounds from her each time he moves.
Oh fuck, fuck, fuckfuck fuck.
She thinks she must be thinking it, not realizing that she's gasping it out loud as she slowly works herself into a steady pace. Her hands briefly press down against his, pinning them to the bed, but she's able to use her hold against him in order to find purchase and start riding him faster.
As they develop a rhythm together, Chrissy starts to feel more...like herself. She gains more and more energy, which she just passes off as being because of sex. But there's another layer to it to, something she can't put a finger on. It feels like she and Eddie are further connected, bound together in a way that words can't describe.]
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Oh fuck, fuck, fuckfuck fuck.
She thinks she must be thinking it, not realizing that she's gasping it out loud as she slowly works herself into a steady pace. Her hands briefly press down against his, pinning them to the bed, but she's able to use her hold against him in order to find purchase and start riding him faster.
As they develop a rhythm together, Chrissy starts to feel more...like herself. She gains more and more energy, which she just passes off as being because of sex. But there's another layer to it to, something she can't put a finger on. It feels like she and Eddie are further connected, bound together in a way that words can't describe.]