[His hand plastered against the wall, crawling her up it as he kept moving, kept thrusting her up, thrusting them both up. This seemed to be his move: screw them up along the wall. He just lost all sense of direction and spatial awareness, consumed by that creeping pleasure that was starting to coil and tense in the base of his balls. She felt too damn good. How was he supposed to be able to fight that feeling? Why would he bother?]
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[His hand plastered against the wall, crawling her up it as he kept moving, kept thrusting her up, thrusting them both up. This seemed to be his move: screw them up along the wall. He just lost all sense of direction and spatial awareness, consumed by that creeping pleasure that was starting to coil and tense in the base of his balls. She felt too damn good. How was he supposed to be able to fight that feeling? Why would he bother?]
I'm... oh, hell, I'm gonna... again... Jesus...