"A sound rose, then. There were trumpets and drums. There was the low roll of thunder that could shake mountains. There were bells sounding in brazen notes that rang without end. Clair heard it all and then felt the heat that blazed out from him, pouring into her as he came in thick gouts that filled her most profound depths."
"Every stroke rubbed the head of his cock across her womb, igniting a fire that tightened her nipples. Hot shards of sensations filtered through her heavy breasts and womb, increasing the friction and moisture between her thighs."
"He pressed to the hilt. The head of his erection throbbed inside her, heated and heavy, iron hard, spiking the heat burning beneath her flesh now. She felt her womb clench and ripple. Her clit, pressed solidly against his pelvis, throbbed on the brink of release."
"He battered my sex with his rigid thick cock, groaning each time he reached my hilt. I could feel the harshness of our pelvic bones slamming together as my own guttural moans began to match his. My orgasm began to swarm over me; I felt it in tiny increments as it crept like a cat through my veins."
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