Sometimes the timing is just right. Just right. His arousal, my arousal, the story we're weaving. So in tune. I can almost hear his sighs, his moans and his cries through the typed words.
The unexpected turns, the delicious details. His increased speed, in rythm with mine. The roaring acceleration towards the end, sending us both over the edge.
And then the panting, the coming down... falling asleep together...
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