Skye picked up her brush and ran it through her hair with rough strokes.

He groaned into her cleft with a deep, rumbling sound of appreciation and ate her with hungry, rough strokes.

And he was stabbing at the strings with short rough strokes of the bow.

His face burned from the rough strokes of Donovan's gloved hand, and the thick grease paint smelled like rancid tallow.

Then, with washcloth and snow in hand, she began scrubbing herself with rough and furious strokes.

And when he sucked even harder, with rougher strokes, I steadied his head with both hands and jetted hard into him.

The light kept leaking from the sky, blue ribboned by purple and then, below, thick rough strokes of rust and tangerine.

Drawn with bold, rough strokes, his face stared up at him.

In one rough stroke he took his hands over her.