[In is good, and if she wasn't pressing her cheek to the wall, she'd tell him not to worry about hurting her. She was tougher than she looked. Her hand gripped the top of the stall, not hard enough to dent -- yet, but she was pushing back against his thrusts, feeling that spark of something warm and vibrant starting to build.
This was good. This was what she'd been looking for.]
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This was good. This was what she'd been looking for.]
Harder.