[ Hei comes down slowly, his breathing evening against Korra's hair. Arms still bonelessly clasped around her, so she straddles his lap, with his cock, softening, still inside her. When his legs begin to cramp, he finally nudges her off him, disconnecting their bodies with a little pop. She's regarding the smeared vibrator like it's a tentacle she's just extracted out of her bowels. With a clinical fastidiousness, he reaches out, and plucks it from her hand, using a dry patch of the sheets to protect his fingers. He turns it off and drops it onto the spread, before slipping off the bed itself to yank the sheets out from under her. (Sorry, Korra. Clean-up always trumps cuddles in his book). Balling them up, he dumps them in the wicker laundry basket. ]
I'll show you how to clean things up.
[ Anti-bacterial soap, five minutes of boiling water, a daub of disinfectant, and the special cleaning solution in the silver case, and it'll be good as new. (Next time he'll slip a condom over the toy if he sticks it up her back passage.) ]
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I'll show you how to clean things up.
[ Anti-bacterial soap, five minutes of boiling water, a daub of disinfectant, and the special cleaning solution in the silver case, and it'll be good as new. (Next time he'll slip a condom over the toy if he sticks it up her back passage.) ]