[She catches the words -- slurred as they are -- and buries her head against his as though to hide a blush. That thrill again of being desired. It reaches inside her, soothing aches she forgot she had, putting bandages on wounds she didn't realize hadn't healed. It doesn't fix anything, but that doesn't mean it doesn't help.
The pressure inside her increases, almost painful. (She's going to be so sore in the morning. So sore. Walking is going to be pretty interesting...) It pushes her higher and higher --
-- until finally she's tumbling, shuddering and crying out.]
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The pressure inside her increases, almost painful. (She's going to be so sore in the morning. So sore. Walking is going to be pretty interesting...) It pushes her higher and higher --
-- until finally she's tumbling, shuddering and crying out.]