This is the Moment

This.

This is the moment you have wanted for so long. The placement you have imagined when you catch her glaring. The position you have dreamt of when your rival dares follow you into your sleep.

Mmmm, and now you have her. Pinned beneath you. Trapped, despite her attempts to escape. Held down, even after she fought with all her might to dislodge and displace you.

And though her face is a rictus of rage, frustration, and hatred, yours wears instead confidence. Satisfaction. And as her bucks cause your womanhood and hers to rub once and then again, to bend into a knowing, lust-reddened smirk.

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