[ He's better attuned to what she needs than Rey herself is, it seems. She lets out a surprised wail at the rolling pressure of his fingers, an oh that dissipates into a wordless cry once her body goes completely rigid. The intensity of it shocks her, the suddenness of it shocks her; as she comes down, the dazed, glazed over look in her half-hooded eyes hasn't faded. Neither has the strength in her hips, rocking greedily against him to draw out the sensation as her cunt clenches and pulses around him in little aftershocks.
So much for tiring her out. Fortunately for him, she's too overcome with stimulation, too sensitive and sore to goad the both of them into another round so soon. Forcing herself to hold back, she slumps against him with what sounds suspiciously like a satisfied purr, a content hum in the back of her throat. ]
Good?
[ After all of the shouting she's done, her voice is understandably hoarse. Tilting her head, she peers up at him curiously, sweeping the sticky strands of his fringe from his forehead where they've become wet with sweat and rain. ]
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So much for tiring her out. Fortunately for him, she's too overcome with stimulation, too sensitive and sore to goad the both of them into another round so soon. Forcing herself to hold back, she slumps against him with what sounds suspiciously like a satisfied purr, a content hum in the back of her throat. ]
Good?
[ After all of the shouting she's done, her voice is understandably hoarse. Tilting her head, she peers up at him curiously, sweeping the sticky strands of his fringe from his forehead where they've become wet with sweat and rain. ]