One thrust. One. Single. Thrust. It can become so much for than one amongst many, or the next see to a triggering saw. It can, for no reason other than fury, jealousy, and blind competitive drive, push rivals into pressing their clits together hard, then harder, and then even harder still. Such a collision turns pleasure into pain, friction into force, and sex, if only for a moment, into fight.
A Single Thrust
