[Psychoanalyzing during sex is an absolute no and it's not something Angela wants to take up now or ever. All she wants is what he's giving her now, rough and frantic, rubbing up against sensitive spots just right. The table scoots along the floor with the force and her moans grow louder with each stroke and she just does not care if the neighbors hear. Can't give a shit beyond the way he's making her feel, the way she has to hold onto the edge of the table for dear life.]
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