Chapter 7

They both moaned as her pussy stretched to accommodate his thick girth, each inch he went deeper its own ecstasy. Annie clung to his back, hands ever moving, and the occasional rake of her nails brought goose bumps to the surface of his skin. She always knew how to touch him, what action on her part would elicit the strongest reaction. It was an instinct he had never questioned, always been exceedingly grateful for, because the less he had to talk about his sexual preferences, the happier he was. All that mattered was being with her, here and now. History meant nothing within the circle of her arms.