The Butterfly Effect

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     There had no high like the high the redhead experienced when she was in bed with her boyfriend. He had this way of holding her, fucking her, making it feel like she was the only person that was ever on his mind. He was so intimate, so gentle, so careful to take care of her needs that he would often times dismiss his own. That was something Clara couldn’t seem to get enough of, something that just made her fall even harder for Carson than she ever thought she could. He was hers. Always and forever. The sensation of his frame tumbling down into hers made her moan, her eyelids managing to stay open as he seemed to pick up the pace without even really realizing it. She had been close, so close, but coming along with him had been her favorite thing to do. The femme couldn’t help but notice a change in expression for a moment on the boys face as she expressed her feelings for him. She hadn’t been too sure what was on his mind, but she hoped that what she said and how she answered would ease her boyfriend’s apparent nerves. “Yes, baby?” Her moan matched his as he whispered her favorite pet name, grip tightening a bit now that she was inching closer to her peak. The confession made her blush, already red cheeks just darkening as her moans were interrupted by the biggest smile she had ever shown. “I love you so much.” It was true, it always had been, and now that they were in this position she knew that the two of them were unstoppable, showing love even in their most vulnerable of moments.       The boy had already managed to change positions and change holes as well, penetrating her from behind in his missionary position for a bit longer as she neared her orgasm. All it really took was for Carson to slide himself back into her slick cunt, breath catching in her throat for a moment as she realized that she wasn’t going to be able to hold on for much longer. Clara began to arch her back slightly, squirming around slightly as she met his gaze, moving her right hand to rest on his cheek so he would look down at her. “I’m tight for you, baby. You’re the one who gets to spread me open like this. B-but i’m so fucking close.” She bit down on her bottom lip as she felt the pre-cum begin to spill from her, the hand that hadn’t been resting on his features reaching for his bare back so she could scratch her nails down it. “I need you. I need y-you to cum for me, baby. Let me feel your load inside o-of m-me FUCK!”

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