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Daryl`s weight on her, so familiar by now.
Carol feels safe.
With him.
Under him.
In a different time, with a different man, she would have been scared, to be trapped like this.
He presses her body into the matress.
His chest on her shoulder blades. She can feel his nipples.
His belly on the small of her back.
His legs covering hers.
His stiff dick, nestled in the cleft of her ass.
They fit perfectly.
They breathe in sync. As one being.
She is surrounded by him.
And that is pure bliss.
That is the way, it is supposed to be.
His fingers interlaced with hers.
Connected...connected on such a deep level.
