"Without the benefit of her sight, her other senses became more acute, zoning on the side of her hair against the coverlet as she moved her head back and forth, the pulsating beat of the moody music floating from the season, the taste of salty onions lingering on her lips, the musky scent of her intimate nest teasing her nostrils."
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"'When you take me to bed," she choked out, 'it is never just the two of us. Your father is always there.'"
"Then she pulls her lips apart as wide as she can, about fourteen inches. Her hips pop out of joint like the jaws of a snake opening up for its prey. 'Come on,' she says. She's so wet that she can't hold onto the sides very well. They keep slipping out of her fingers. I crawl onto the bed in front of her and kiss her, she tongues my cheek sloppily. I make a fin with my hand and slide that in first, then my other hand, and separate her opening as wide as I can. I look up at her. She doesn't say anything. Just licks her trembling lips. I notice that I'm also trembling. My hands shaking like the first time I ever had sex. 'If I get claustrophobic I'm coming back out,' I tell her. She pushes my face down into her crotch, like she does when she wants oral sex. I push my arms through up to the elbows. I can see them moving inside her belly. Then I put the top of my head into the opening and push. Stacy cries out and begins masturbating again. I can feel her fingers against the back of my head. I don't know if it turns her on or if my scratchy hair is hurting her and she needs more lubrication. I push again. She cries out again. It's impossible. I'm stuck. I shove again, but don't budge an inch."
"Without prelude, without those tender, exquisite moments normally preceding their joining, he filled her with the proud evidence of his gender, easing her body upward on the bed, then tossing the offending pillows here and there about the immaculate room."
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