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Her body is raw when he comes to her in the morning. Shane’s shadow is all the right horror over her shoulder.He oppresses with sweatfresh runsucks a stuffysweet scent of skin care off her throatmelon and cucumber and his stale spring leaves.He burns the words all up and down her neck when he spreads her thighs under him, pushes her on her back on a strong cot, coats her with his hot and damp.She cleans her face slow last nightwants to know the cold edges of eyes all over her neck when she licks their cum off her fingertips. It’s stale and potent and every time a little bolt of tears sparks behind her eyes something goes wronggoes off deep in her hips and she stains the air with a bright smell over their strong.Shane moves slowentitledshe is there to be manhandled limp like a drowsy child and her breathing is deep and slow and disconnected and he says nothing, just a few little murmured raspy syllablesopen up, babygirlshe smiles and pleads for something her brain can’t connect and it’s bluebright and swims outside her tent’s grayish fabric.He folds slippery hands under her knees, nudges them up and splays her open for him.His cock boilsshoves inside with a pinch and bitten lip and fox’s whimper and only some lube he knows to find close on a footlocker with a burgundy tablecloth she wants to believe in the night is a bedstand.He doesn’t let her look away, drips praise with comic book letters in her eyes.She sees heat flush in his dark face, vein erupt in the brow, he doesn’t wait and pistons fast and drives her to pant.Shane jolts her hard enough to shake him in her eyes, the sound is applause, is rainmilks a splash from her achystiff clit all over her naked belly while she twists underneath him and gives up a last silent bend of her neck with empty eyes.Her breast bounce, nipples snap, pierce-pain flash sets fire in her hips.Everything tightens down to the stubble on his cheeks, the few flecks of gray in his hair, how he snarls when he comes because she drags him right over the edge, nooses his bulgy cock and won’t let him go and he angles right up against her spot and every little seesaw comes with hot and white all over her.Her body is rubberhe stopsdrips a plish like rainwater on her chest. It itches.She oozes him thick and ripe and ropy and his cock pounds heartbeat into a happy-tail place that makes her shudder.She thanks him.