Trying to comfort her, I ran my fingers through her hair, drawing the auburn silk away from her temple. Her pulse was beating a heavy and quick pace, ...hundering at the curve of her throat. Pressing a kiss to her forehead, I realized that we were quite alone. “You say that now, but I’ve heard you sing a different song Pet.” She didn’t contest my gentle accusations, knowing what I had spoken was the truth. No matter how you pimp it up, the truth is… nine times out of ten, ugly. Its just one of. So I screwed up my confidence and said, “blushing pink.”“Oh I bet you look sweet in them, I saw that pretty lavender with the lace and it is more my color. But pink is so sweet.” And again a smile that didn’t make it look like she was mocking or judging me.“I wonder what she’d think if I was washing my slips today,” I thought as I searched for something to say. “I’m kind of into what you do,” Ashley said, “my older brother used to steal mine and wear them, I knew he wore them because they would. Remember I told you that we need to experiment some? It seems that you are hypersensitive to the testosterone spike. We'll lower the dosage next time." Please tell me that I didn't hurt you." Well, I've never been fucked harder, but I really enjoyed that. I'll be walking bowlegged tomorrow, but I'll remember why fondly. Is this the first time you've ever passed out?" No, but it's the first time in a very long time and the first time during sex." Well hopefully next time we'll avoid that." Are. Now!" she panted out, on raspy breaths. She spread her legs in an invitation that was for him, and him alone. The sound of her voice, and the simplistic beauty of her words, caused him to become even harder, throbbing to the point that he thought he had never had such exquisite torture. He moved between her legs, and gently guided his member into her waiting body. He was no sooner there, when the instinct to thrust took over, and soon they were lost in the dance that has been known to.