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The humour faded from her face, she assumed an expression of deep concentration, biting her lower lip and closing her eyes. She began rolling her thighs, slowly, building, like ocean waves swelling before they thundered onto the land. Now his body responded, found her. With one shove he was inside her again, his own thighs followed her lead. He rode the waves like a surfer as she sought to drag him under her boiling sea of ecstasy. 

Greased in her fluids, he thrust his hips; his cock was a living piston. Her mouth found his and they were joined in a second place, tongues performing their own mating dance, exploring again. She tasted of something sweet, nothing he could name, but it was pleasant and arousing. Her eyes remained closed, his were open. 

He took the opportunity to scan her features. Nobody could argue away her beauty, even though her nose was perhaps a little too broad. He pushed that thought away, irritated at himself. That was the problem with inspecting facial features individually. Beauty was a holistic thing, all the different parts coming together into a unique completeness. Perfect features created a bland beauty, a boring uniformity. 
Trevi Fountain
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