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nately the sleeve ruffles were on an elastic band. Neither would have had patience to undo two more buttons. Even as he pulled the camisole off, Peter pulled her up a little so his mouth could reach her breast. Linda cried out, clutching his head to her, squirming against him until he had to move with her and his shaft slid inside her.
Linda plunged down; Peter's lips tightened on her nipple, then loosened a little so he could gasp when she rose. The sucking sensation drove her wild and her frantic movements rocked him back. Peter had to let go of her hips with one hand to support himself, only his arm trembled so violently that Linda could feel him shake. She should have known that was a sign of imminent collapse, but for once everything was drowned by the need that was driving her.
Suddenly Peter heaved, the arm around her hips tightening like a steel band as he pulled her with him. For a moment the interruption froze her, but then Peter's hands lifted her hips and pulled them down as he moved under her. Linda cried out with relief, first catching his rhythm and then urging him faster. She rocked and squirmed, hearing Peter moaning under her, feeling his muscles tense as he fought against his imminent climax.
Finally Peter drew so hard on her breast that he hurt her. Usually Linda hated to be hurt while making love, but this time the sensation seemed to explode all through her body. She shrieked and shrieked again, then realized where she

 
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