[ Slowly, inexpertly, she sits back on his chest, pulling her jellied limbs out from under her and trying to … slip back down his body. But she's clearly lost her awareness of her limbs and of her body and the space it occupies and she staggers her way into a position where she can finally slump down against him, curled up like a satiated cat, tangled in his limbs and pressing her face into his neck.
She can smell her own arousal on him where it sticks to his chin, to his hands, to his mouth. She shudders with satisfaction and embarrassment, noticing it and realizing that it's her. It elicits a punctuating twitch from her cunt which still convulses with the aftershocks of her orgasm. ]
Are we going to have to stop doing this when we go to Luke's?
[ She asks this seriously because she can see that Chewie not giving a shit is pretty much the only reason they've gotten away with it this long. 'This long' here being ... one day. Two fumbling sexual encounters. ]
a big ol' mess
She can smell her own arousal on him where it sticks to his chin, to his hands, to his mouth. She shudders with satisfaction and embarrassment, noticing it and realizing that it's her. It elicits a punctuating twitch from her cunt which still convulses with the aftershocks of her orgasm. ]
Are we going to have to stop doing this when we go to Luke's?
[ She asks this seriously because she can see that Chewie not giving a shit is pretty much the only reason they've gotten away with it this long. 'This long' here being ... one day. Two fumbling sexual encounters. ]