mcfly gets the wrong answr
Created on: November 21st, 2012
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Hermione moaned more frequently now, her pitch becoming higher, her breathing more fevered. With that ancient knowledge, Harry pulled and thrust again, sending an explosion coursing through them with each push. They were melting together, their ecstasy rising like steam from their moving bodies and their lips pressed firmly together, their bodies connecting fully. Moving, shaking, riding together, their hips gyrating together, they kissed and licked and longed and forgot the world. Fire blazed through their necks, wracking their brains with pleasure, losing themselves in it, becoming part of it. A tide of feeling and awe and rising, rising, and falling, they moved and thrust and ached, ached they pushed into each other. Harry kissed Hermione’s neck and exquisite pleasure rose from her mouth in sound and steam as he pushed into her faster, faster, picking up speed, bucking and jumping, their hips crashing, ebbing and flowing like the tide, the feeling breaking onto the shores of their selves, eroding more and more the barriers that separate them. Fevered, feverish thrusting, pumping, losing, gaining, gaining greater speed, moaning, yelling, screaming out into the forgotten world, into the unseen void, their boiling, rising greatness. Hearts pounding, bodies pounding into themselves, the racking pulsing beat of their love, lovemaking unbelievable sensation of themselves, giving, giving of themselves. Reaching, reaching for it, building, falling, falling away, almost there. Grinding, pushing pulling legs arms jumbled into hot, wet flesh, hair flinging sweaty, mouths clinging tongues churning, yes. Oh, yes, almost there. Screaming, screaming, taste of a neck, scent of their heat, yes. Lost in it all, consuming, burning, hot, hot, yes. There, almost, there, feeling muscles contract, squeezing, licking flames, rise rise, rise!
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