Lucky number seven (7th week for me, that is).
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Rachel didn’t know she could move after such an orgasm, but there she was on the floor, resting on hands and knees, under-garments torn off. Rodger was behind her, his hands holding, anchoring her hips, the tip of his dick barely inside her. Rachel squeezed the lips of her opening, urging him in, deep into her. He entered slowly, painfully slowly and didn’t stop until he filled her, pausing when he pushed at her limits. Rachel whimpered, her body so sensitive she swore she could feel every scorching, glorious inch of Rodger, pulsing in waiting. She heard both their groans as he finally began to move, back and forward, never pulling out completely.
Previous weeks on Six Sentence Sunday. . . . .
Six Sentence Sunday #6 (1st Night Together)
Six Sentence Sunday #5 (River Rafting)
Six Sentence Sunday #4 (River Rafting)
Six Sentence Sunday #3 (River Rafting)
Six Sentence Sunday #2 (Racy)
Six Sentence Sunday #1 (Racy)