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I wrote this last night for that other Rhea thread where OP asked what sex with her would be like, so enjoy;
>I'd like to imagine its starts with us kissing in her bed together as her contented sighs turn to heated breaths. Longing for me to beinside her, for the rhythm of thrusts and sighs to match her rapid heartbeat. She would draw me towards this inescapable emotional pull.
>She wants me beyond filling the emptiness between her legs, wants to weave me into the stitches of who she is. Affection intertwined with her slickness and anticipation for me.
>As my tip caresses her folds, sending shivers through her body. Coherency fizzles as I enter her, a torturously slow, but unceasing press—no accommodation this time, no need—as my hips meet her skin. I'm deeper both physically and emotionally than what she's normally used to and it intoxicates her.
>She turns her head to the side, watching me as I grasp her hips, drawing her into me again. This new angle ignites her, and she clenches around me. Embarrassment swells her mind as she brings a free palm to block her sharpened cheeks.
>“Rhea…” I whisper, eyes abalze and looking at her. "Please I need to see you," I pleaded.
>Rhea dared to poke one eye through her fingers before memories of girls at school ridiculing at her every semblance of being flooded.
>"Big-Nose"
>"Giant"
>"Tranny"
>"Monster"
>"No one will ever love someone who looks like you"
>All the insults, the scars that fractured her psyche, soothingly healed and washed with every agonising thrust into her drenched wound.
