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"I love you, baby," he said, sliding into her and thrusting. He pressed her willing thighs apart. Her lower legs dangled in the air over either side of his head. He found the soft wonder at her center, which she gave to him with all of her heart, using her fingers to hold her lips apart and guide his blundering head into the softness where he found bliss like nothing else on earth. His entire body ran electric with shivers that pulsed up and down his spine. They trembled together with the crazy overwhelming force of their desire for each other. His hard body slapped repeatedly against her softness and her yielding desire. "I just want you—you—you—you," he repeated with each pounding thrust. He could hear the slapping of his flesh on hers. The more he rammed her, the more she beat him on the back with her fists and cried for more—animal cries, roars and grunts, as she pawed him and hit him and bit his neck and sucked in the purity of his love and sex while exorcising the devils that had defiled her humanity. He wasn't sure if she was bawling or crying for more sex. She was loud, and it didn't matter. He bore down on her with pile driver thrusts, slamming her into the bed, and she wrapped her strong legs around him, yelling for more. She thrust her legs over his shoulders, pressing his head between her knees, until his strength overcame her hunger and she went limp again, letting him bang her noisily and with lovely rage in the darkness swirling all around them.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, choking him, and bit his ear. "I want you to fuck my ass." When he moved too slowly, she kept her arms around his neck, and headlocked him, flipping him off her. She turned onto her belly, and spread her long legs so he could easily part her round, upthrust buttocks. "Take me," she growled. "Take me, man." She was breathing hard and talking fast, like a woman possessed. "You know what? I want you do do everything to me that they did. That way we can erase the filth of them touching me. Go on. Fuck me. Fuck me with love and destroy how they fucked me with hate. Stick it in my ass. It is nice and tight for you."

He gazed at the violet pucker at the center of her wish. It was her most intimate spot, a dark secret full of nerve endings tied by a million flashing, hammering synapses to the highways leading to her brain, her identity, who she was, whom they had violated.

He did not mount her as she demanded, but gently laid his cheek against the twin mounds of her buttocks. He stroked her buttocks very delicately and softly. He closed his eyes and basked in the warmth of her firm body. She was slick with sweat from both him and her. He touched the dark pucker with his finger tip, and she groaned. He heard her distantly, "Take me."

"I already have you, sweetheart." He kissed each of her taut, café-au-lait orbs. "One of these days, we'll play with it. We'll eat all the ice cream. Nothing will be secret. I love your beautiful ass."

He blew on those smooth planetary curves, rubbed them with his fingertips until her disappointment dissolved in laughter. "That tickles, Richard. You are so mean and cruel to me." She curled up laughing, and then bounced around like a kid. "Don't stop!"

He chased her on the bed, and they scampered like puppies. They played and played, rolling together, licking and sucking each other's precious wet secret parts, getting each other all wet until they were slippery and made sucking and slapping sounds when they touched. They stuck together and came apart. "Pet my ass some more," she said.

"I'll pet your ass all day long." He held her tightly, so she almost couldn’t breathe, and cupped her ass in both hands while gazing up at her as if she were the full moon, shedding light on his world. "I'll bet every man on the street, and half the women, turn to look after this when you go by."

"A girl learns to ignore all that," she whispered shyly. Then she became bold and aggressive. She reached down with both arms to cup his cock and balls in her hands, owning them; and simultaneously speared his mouth with her tongue as if her tongue were a cock, fucking him fast and furious.

It was a healing, he knew. She was desperate, finding herself again. He wanted to be there with her. He kneaded the tight spheres of her ass as her lower half labored like a man screwing a woman, shoving against him, in rhythm with her upper half. His hard shaft slid inside her and she gasped at the renewed entry. This time it was she who did the thrusting, made the slapping sounds, though the slapping sounds were still mostly her womanly softness against his steely male hardness, as it should be, a beautiful music.

He eagerly sought her thrusting tongue with his mouth. His groans sounded hungry in the darkness, to his ears. Her groans seemed frantic as she puked forth in reverse what evil strangers had done to her. He rubbed his hands up and down the fine, delicate straits of her back, pulling her toward him, urging her on, pulling it out of her. She slid up and down on him, dripping wet and horny.

He let her take him in the mouth with her tongue. Still inside her, he also had three or four fingers of both hands up her cunt hole and held her wonderfully apart while she savaged his mouth with her passion. Her fervor softened from anger and violence into love and sweetness. She gripped his head in both fists while she power-drilled him with her rage and energy.

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