[ She needs a minute. Just to catch her breath. Her heart is still beating too hard against the inside of her ribs, and her limbs feel like fucking molasses — so she's just gonna sit a second, resting with her forehead against his shoulder and her hands loosely anchored on his upper arms. She'll move in a second — because it's entirely too intimate to linger, sitting there with the last residual twitches working their way out of her body and feeling the rise and fall of his chest as the tide of his breathing starts to even out.
It feels like an eternity before she finally gets herself to move. She lifts her hips, exhaling audibly as his cock slips free of her, leaving behind just a little trail of white from soft, flushed folds down the inside of one thigh.
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It feels like an eternity before she finally gets herself to move. She lifts her hips, exhaling audibly as his cock slips free of her, leaving behind just a little trail of white from soft, flushed folds down the inside of one thigh.
With a quiet wryness: ]
Getting ahead of yourself again.