It was pointed out that the snippet below was M-Rated in a T-Rated section, and I believe wholeheartedly that no one should accidentally stumble upon something they don't want to read because I was sloppy. So, I split out the M rated from the T and here you'll find them.
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He was close, she could tell. His hips were barely constrained. Breaths came short and punctuated by muted, whining groans. His hands wanted to be on her - everywhere - but were firmly planted outside of her shoulders. He begged her, pleading with each constrained push of his body on her's until she flitted over the edge. The tension of her muscles shouted her consent. They peaked then waffled like wilted leaves all the way down in a limp overlapping plie.
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