[He somehow manages to squeeze her tighter, keep her against him while her mind imagines all sorts of illicit things in the those moments when her pique is at its highest. It lasts for longer than she expects, though the comedown of it all leaves her heaving, chest rising and falling sharply to catch her breath. She is not entirely sure what she just felt, blinking for a moment while she finally feels him pull himself free from her.
There is a vacancy there now, something she will remember. He has touched her there now, taught her what it feels like, how to do it. Francesca thinks she can repeat it, and now he's given a level that must always be reached. It will be hard to not have this standard now, to remember this by.
When she can, she does finally look at him while he gives her more praise. Francesca is still flushed, near glowing from how euphoric she is still feeling as he tells her she looked beautiful. Compliments tend to mean little, but in this instance she's all smiles, curling her nose up at him like she could not be happier.]
It was truly perfect. [There's a soft hum as her arms hold where she can.]
And you then? [She can still feel him when she's pressed her back against him. Even if she isn't writhing on him, he's still so close to her. She does not want it to be said she is selfish. Besides she still may yet be curious of him, of what else a man might feel besides just pressing his cock to the backside of a young lady.]
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There is a vacancy there now, something she will remember. He has touched her there now, taught her what it feels like, how to do it. Francesca thinks she can repeat it, and now he's given a level that must always be reached. It will be hard to not have this standard now, to remember this by.
When she can, she does finally look at him while he gives her more praise. Francesca is still flushed, near glowing from how euphoric she is still feeling as he tells her she looked beautiful. Compliments tend to mean little, but in this instance she's all smiles, curling her nose up at him like she could not be happier.]
It was truly perfect. [There's a soft hum as her arms hold where she can.]
And you then? [She can still feel him when she's pressed her back against him. Even if she isn't writhing on him, he's still so close to her. She does not want it to be said she is selfish. Besides she still may yet be curious of him, of what else a man might feel besides just pressing his cock to the backside of a young lady.]