Edited by Rose MyErotica: rose metart. Our combined breath echoes within the vacant space. He slides out and I try to move again. My thighs are tree trunks of mass and hidden power. My teeth grit and I place my hand at the base. My hands touch my feet as I bend fully over. His oversized, bear sized paws push me back into my position draped over the raw wooden railing.
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