[ One last aftershock has her clenching just as he pulls out, the mess of their time together dripping down between her cheeks to pool under her ass. She realises with a delay that there's quite the mess - more than she's ever made when fucking someone before. She's wet down her inner thighs, she's oversensitised and pleasantly sore, and now she's lying on a little puddle of their combined come.
Of course, before she has time to feel embarrassed, he gives her a glass of water.
She sits. She drinks. She blinks up at him. ]
Uhm - yes. Hips, thighs, and - don't suppose your salve is safe to go on my cunt, is it?
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Of course, before she has time to feel embarrassed, he gives her a glass of water.
She sits. She drinks. She blinks up at him. ]
Uhm - yes. Hips, thighs, and - don't suppose your salve is safe to go on my cunt, is it?