Wild Desire
Their sad voices, rising to a defiant crescendo, became instead the actual act of sex; quiet foreplay, gentle cajoling, sudden, violent penetration and then a rhythmic pounding that washed everything away except the glory of the moment.
Kate was swelteringly hot, both because the huge auditorium was jam-packed full, and also because she had worked herself up into such a state that she had become overcome by lust. Opening her eyes, she tried to focus on the stage. Instead, she looked down with horror at her skirt; it had ridden right up to her crotch. Her alarm was intensified by the fact that she could smell herself; sweat, sperm and her own juices, both old and new, contributed towards the
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