[She moans and writhes under him, tilting her hips up. Her orgasm doesn't come at quite the same time as his, but it's close: the feeling of him juddering against her, of his come in her, is enough to push her over the edge.]
[She spasms around him, and reaches up to pull him into a long, passionate kiss as she rides the waves of her own pleasure, her fingernails pressing into his back and her breath coming short and ragged.]
[When it passes, she collapses back onto the bed, panting. But only for a moment.]
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[She spasms around him, and reaches up to pull him into a long, passionate kiss as she rides the waves of her own pleasure, her fingernails pressing into his back and her breath coming short and ragged.]
[When it passes, she collapses back onto the bed, panting. But only for a moment.]
Help me up. [They can go longer than this.]