[She doesn't know how she expected it to feel. In a way, it's a little underwhelming - less of an event than she'd expected, less tangible. But he's trembling, and the look on his face is one of sheer bliss, and it's heady to know she's the cause of it.]
[Smiling, still panting, she squeezes her cunt around his softening length and kisses his jaw.]
I win.
[But she's not done yet. That raw need, that tight pleasure in the pit of her belly, is still there, still calling out for satisfaction. She tries, with limited success, to thrust against him again.]
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[Smiling, still panting, she squeezes her cunt around his softening length and kisses his jaw.]
I win.
[But she's not done yet. That raw need, that tight pleasure in the pit of her belly, is still there, still calling out for satisfaction. She tries, with limited success, to thrust against him again.]