[Even if her hand is still, his hips aren't. The vision of her there, in front of his cock. Saying such things. He comes with a bit-off moan as she "milords" him. He looks much the same as he did the last time he came the time before— his mouth open, eyes shut tight, head thrown back in unfettered ecstasy. ]
[After a moment, he regains himself, covering his face with his palm.]
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[After a moment, he regains himself, covering his face with his palm.]
I'm so sorry-