Her orgasm was going to be tremendous. The whole middle of her body was already tense from the build up of tingling pressure that felt impossibly hard to contain. She concentrated on the way his fingers stroked her, on the connection between him and the center of her arousal, and gave herself over entirely to the pursuit of pleasure.
God, just a little more…almost…oh God.
The elevator whirred and shook. The lights blinked back on.
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