Her Command: 'I'm Done'

In the throes of desire, she asserts, "I'm done," demanding release from the tantalizing buildup. He obliges, thrusting deep and hard, their bodies colliding in a symphony of lust. Her fingers dig into his back, nails scoring his skin as she pulls him closer, urging him on. Their breath comes in ragged gasps, each push driving them closer to the precipice of ecstasy.

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