If asked, he wouldn't've been able to pinpoint what, exactly, had sent him over, her hands seemingly everywhere at once, making up for the loss of her mouth -- which was, without a doubt, a loss. Regardless, the combination of her hands working in tandem was enough for him to climax, hips bucking under her ministrations as he spilled over them both with a half-swallowed cry. Panting and flushed, he collapsed bonelessly back onto the bed, trying halfheartedly to regain some measure of composure. His head was spinning from the release, and he blinked up at the ceiling, just short of dazed. He'd need something to clean them both, but he wasn't thinking that far ahead yet, too caught up in the immediate afterglow to want a move.
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Date: 2010-07-06 05:38 am (UTC)"Well, then."