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His knees plant hard on either side of your hips, the god of thunder looming above as his fist wraps around your shaft and pulls in slow, deliberate strokes. He leans down, chest brushing yours, and drives his swollen cock against your hole before pressing inside with one punishing push that steals your breath. His hammer lies forgotten on the floor as he rides you, hips crashing down with a rhythm that rattles the bed frame. He grunts, works your length in his grip, and fucks you until the thunder in his thighs becomes a wet, grinding finish on your stomach.
