Her breathing is heavy as she nestles into him, still reeling from the aftermath. His words do manage to break through the cloud fogging her mind, though, and she laughs softly, breathlessly.
"Maybe a little," she teases as she rests against him. As some of the feeling ebbs a bit, she's aware of his still stiff member throbbing against her. "What about you, though?"
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"Maybe a little," she teases as she rests against him. As some of the feeling ebbs a bit, she's aware of his still stiff member throbbing against her. "What about you, though?"