Through a haze of scarlet the woman labored ... she pulled with all her might... Crystalline droplets of sweat quivered delicately before they fell like rain. Her garments clung to her, red intermingled with the clear.
Cheeks flushed, her breath coming in pants ... harder now, she thought. Her dark hair ran like sleek rivers down her neck, over her shoulders, down her back. Must. Have ... IT.
She clutched her fingers convulsively as the red haze deepened. Were those moans really coming from her?
With a final wrenching surge of power, she jerked her hands up with a silent shriek of ecstasy ... looking up, the red haze was now punctuated with little red drops ... rivulets were streaming down her arms ... Ah.
Does it hurt any less now?
She tenderly stroked that little red organ as it pumped the last of her life out in little spurts. Eyelids fluttering heavily, a satisfied smile flirting on her cherry lips, she gave in to the lethargy that began to steal over her.
The ground embraced her, her arm outstretched ... her graceful fingers released their grip as that treacherous little poison apple of pain sought the ground as well ...
It's a funny thing, she thought as her eyelids began their final descent. The pain still lives.
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