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Respite

After the Duel 🗡️

You can't see it, but you can feel it

john who uses his size and height difference to keep you in your place.

whether it’s in the middle of an argument and things start getting so heated that you head for the bedroom door, but unfortunately for you he gets there before you. all he does is just stand there and stare at you with a twinkling in his eyes knowing that he was an immovable object in your life.

or when you’re both in the kitchen and you seem to be in his way instead of asking you to move like a normal person he’ll just pick you up and place you to the side without saying a single word.

and then there’s the times when you’re laying in bed together and he doesn’t want you to get up so he just rests the dead weight off his arm and leg across your body and laughs as he watches you struggle to sit up.

and you can’t forget when you’re fucking and he has you lifted in his arms as he bounces you up and down his cock. showing you his sheer strength and reminding you the kind off man he is ruthless, relentless and powerful on and off the field.

or when he has you in a mating press and he’s plowing down into you, hands clasped to the underside of your knees with his lips pressed against yours swallowing all your lewd moans and watching as the base of his cock gets creamier leave a white ring of pleasure.

"My period was late and I panicked, I thought I was pregnant."

Kate pointedly does not look up from her book, she will not be dragged into a stupid conversation. She has work for that.

"Then I remembered that we're lesbians."

Kate may, however, breathe a sigh of relief that Sarah was capable of remembering such a thing.

"And that I'm 52 and it was menopause."