"Oh fuck," she said. I loved it when Lisa cursed. There was a delightful incongruity about it because she didn't seem like the kind of woman who would talk dirty. But in the right sexual setting, she enjoyed dirty words. She had told me so.
"Fuck me," she said again. "Fuck me harder." I couldn't see her eyes behind the glasses, but I could read the ecstasy in her face from her open mouth and the way her body bucked against the dress under her. Her breasts jutted forth from her body and bounced as she bucked.
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