Date: 2025-01-05 12:31 am (UTC)
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Lost in the measure of a man that he is, Natasha bows her body at his touch. Morgan sets her alight inside and out. His touch can do things that a million others couldn't. He brings the true woman to the surface and tears down every inch of her self-preservation with each gloriously destructive stroke of his fingers. Moaning into the way he canvases her back, igniting sparks within each knot of her spine as it's danced along. She gasps when his fingers tease along her overly sensitive breasts again, hips grinding with a grim determination with his mere tease over her soft peaks.

"My god, Morgan. You are amazing." Her own hands run ranks over the slopes of his shoulders and down his arms. She grabs one of his hands and grips it tight, holding it to her body, and then releases it so she can fist her fingers into his hair and yank his head back. Her mouth descends on his neck, grasping it with her teeth to pull and suck at. Forgetting the word, she is making him hers-- for now and always. This ring marks him tonight, but she will know what tonight means between them.

She could do this with him forever. It feels like riding him, rubbing her wetness along his soft cock, stimulating herself as she does. It has her moaning for him, an orgasm growing before he even reaches full erection. "Just a little bit more. Oh god, Morgan."
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