He fucked her harder

“It was that kind of day,” he thought. A Southern August summer day,
hot and sticky. Walking outside was like trying to walk against a river
current. The very air resisted you. He grabbed a black handkerchief out
of his back left pocket, and wiped his brow. He fingered the necklace
he wore, and the single key on it. Damn it was hot today.

Still, he had to do what he was doing. His eyes scanned the horizon, and
the daily thunderheads were building up, threatening a powerful storm.
His cock stirred as he thought about the power of the storm, and where
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