[Stan gasps and writhes at her steady, deep pace (how can five inches feel so much like a mile), her quiet, ragged encouragements next to his ear. She doesn't weigh enough to really pin him, but he's also not really trying to get away.
In the end, it feels like what the movies all make being hit by a freight train look like. His back arches and he's pretty sure that he actually dies and leaves his body for a second or two from the sheer blissful force of the pleasure that rocks through him like lightning. He cries out something that he intends to be her name, but for all he knows could be unintelligible gibberish, sticky strings of cum smearing between them.]
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In the end, it feels like what the movies all make being hit by a freight train look like. His back arches and he's pretty sure that he actually dies and leaves his body for a second or two from the sheer blissful force of the pleasure that rocks through him like lightning. He cries out something that he intends to be her name, but for all he knows could be unintelligible gibberish, sticky strings of cum smearing between them.]