Faking It with the Ex-Navy SEAL
For God’s sake, call me Abigail, I want to scream.
But I eject the thought and lose myself in the moment. We’re both slick with sweat as we furiously pump up and down, cruising dangerously close to the edge of oblivion. Here souls can become intertwined, forever bound together in something few will ever glimpse much less take hold of. I feel us moving, as our bodies undulate in pure harmony, rolling and thrusting against each other in perfect synchronicity, creating the elusive state of sustained ecstasy, giving of taste of what it’s like to touch sweet heaven.
Bab Populer