<div class="floatright">(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSBadCQB7tH7yfWujsxz9qb8Xj3tkLgrm9Yg9Qp1SZLAqk7KOv3&amp;t=1)<strong><br/>Sara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong> On Dom's bus<br/><strong>Summary:</strong> Being sexed<br/><strong>Tagged: </strong> Dom<br/><hr/>An entirely different creature lurked beneath Dom when he did finally look down into the hooded gaze of the girl pinned beneath him. She was animal - dark eyed, speechless, and wholly at the mercy of natural impulse. The remnants of her critical mind had sunk into a slumber, and only a visceral sensory engagement with the now remained: the scent of their mingled arousal, the feel of the twisted sheets and his firm, burning flesh, the slapping of skin and creak of the bed. That ever calculating whirr behind her eyes, the one that lived half rooted in the future, had stilled. This wasn't to say she'd transformed into a sexual tigress, capable of matching Dom at his own powerful pace. On the contrary, she'd settled into her role as the passive recipient of his self-pleasuring. <br/><br/>Even through the omnipresent pain, there was pleasure rising within her exponentially. Somewhere between his excruciatingly slow introductory thrusts and his feverish rhythm, Sara had realized Dom was using her toward his own satisfaction. For reasons unknown, this excited her. What's more, it felt good. With every rough round driving inside her, a yelp escaped her swollen lips. She looked up to see him returning  her gaze. She managed a series slurred and broken pleas asking him not to stop. Her head tilted to the side, bringing her head to rest against his arm. </div>