Repetitive motion The gold chain round her stiff neck isn't swinging; her shoulders are rigid: yet her pelvis cycles, smoothly as if on oiled gimbals, her knees bearing her
weight:
She reciprocates, shoulders still steady: I rest my hands on her pumping cheeks
as she shortens the stroke: pauses to grind me: grunts as she lifts: gives me a little Oh: shortens the stroke: Oh Oh Oh Oh—
I'd told her she didn't have to massage me. "I can do it," Angel said.
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>> posted by John Psmyth
• 1/08/2006 09:52:00 AM
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