[ Drunk really is the word for it - she feels hot and lightheaded, shuddering warmly under his touch on her oversensitive skin. Her eyes are hazy, pupils blown huge and each breath is shallow, gasping and uneven. She can only imagine what sort of sight she must make right now - flushed and disheveled, panting and shaking and soaked with sweat and the sticky, dirty proof of her indecency all over her thighs. D-did she really make that much of a mess...?
She's pliant as a doll when he lays her down, the place in her head that had been overflowing with need just a few moments ago gradually filling with a sleepy, dazed satisfaction instead. When he pulls his tail back, she whimpers - her body is still buzzing, nerves jangling and jumping from the sheer strength of her climax. But even that feels good, not in a way that reignites her arousal but the sweet ache of bone deep satisfaction.
Just what sort of expression must she be making right now?
She's already flushed but somehow she goes even redder and covers her face with her hands. ]
D-don't look at me right now...
[ It's a meek, half-hearted protest - shyness and embarrassment rather than shame or regret. ]
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She's pliant as a doll when he lays her down, the place in her head that had been overflowing with need just a few moments ago gradually filling with a sleepy, dazed satisfaction instead. When he pulls his tail back, she whimpers - her body is still buzzing, nerves jangling and jumping from the sheer strength of her climax. But even that feels good, not in a way that reignites her arousal but the sweet ache of bone deep satisfaction.
Just what sort of expression must she be making right now?
She's already flushed but somehow she goes even redder and covers her face with her hands. ]
D-don't look at me right now...
[ It's a meek, half-hearted protest - shyness and embarrassment rather than shame or regret. ]