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He finally woke up, but he is lost on where he is, I think I might have pushed him too hard, but that's too bad, because i have no intention in letting him go. This is just one round of many to come
I pinned him down to the bed, ripped off his clothes and got a good look of his tender body before leaning in and taking off my shirt to press against him skin to skin.
The sweat runs down our foreheads skin clinging to each other, heat is up, hear racing, there is no turning back, just pound and pound on with no break. Bruised and sore but there is no time or acceptance for failure, we're not finished until the bed breaks or bodies give in. He has passed out, but he told me to not stop so i will continue until i can no longer get it up.