[ She can feel the pulsing twitch inside her, the surge of sticky wet. It's a deep incentive to her own state, a few more helpless rolls of her hips, hand squeezing around her cock until she's done for. She comes in a splash against his abdomen. She had promised to make a mess of him and sweaty, red with rope marks, mussed, and painted in cum probably does the trick. She arcs her chest up to expand her ribs so she can get in a good gulping breath as she gets a headful of stars.
She pulls at his hair fitfully as she breathes, nose against his damp temple. She croons to him hoarsely, ]
What a good boy.
[ Ugh she can't be bothered to untie him yet so she just pushes him over, crawling off of him to lie down alongside him in the tangle of her dress. She pets his arm lazily as she waits for her body temperature to recalibrate. ]
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She pulls at his hair fitfully as she breathes, nose against his damp temple. She croons to him hoarsely, ]
What a good boy.
[ Ugh she can't be bothered to untie him yet so she just pushes him over, crawling off of him to lie down alongside him in the tangle of her dress. She pets his arm lazily as she waits for her body temperature to recalibrate. ]