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You're not sure exactly how it happens, but it does.
She takes the lead, almost as you expected: her touches are gentle, but firm, and surprisingly experienced, as she runs her hands up and down your bare chest and shoulders, down your back, kissing your lips, your neck, your ear, the hollow of your collarbones, pressing her naked body to you, feeling the firm softness of her bare breasts against your chest, the stiffness of her erect nipples brushing against your body.
With a sigh, she rolls you onto your back and straddles you, the move so smooth and clean you never saw it coming. She guides you to her entrance and lowers herself on top of you, her moonlit face smiling as she takes your hands and places them on her high, firm breasts.
She moves her hips slowly, rhythmically, letting you sink deep into her pink, wet folds, letting you feel her warmth, as she coaxes little groans and gasps of pleasure from your body. Her breath quickens as your hands close tightly around her tits, and she arches her back, letting her hair hang loose over her bare shoulders, as she continues to ride you, slow but sweet, your bodies joined under the starry night.
When the release comes, it is just like your lovemaking: slow, but gentle, seeming more like an outflowing of tension than a passionate orgasm. Though she doesn't seem to cum herself, her smile clearly shows the pleasure she derives from your own enjoyment, and as you finish pumping your seed deep into her body, she leans down and kisses you on the lips, very lovingly, her eyes filled with grateful thanks.