Len — yes — yes — ( and she's left gasping suddenly, fingers curling tightly into his shirt as though it may offer her some stability, her thighs tightening around his waist as she feels him coming inside of her. waves upon waves of pleasure roll through her body as she reaches her own climax, chest rising and falling rapidly as she pants, lips just barely brushing against the top of len's head. she lets a hand fall lazily back against the bed, the other very slowly, mindlessly, grazing against his back as she begins to come down from all of it.
breathlessly, pressing a kiss, featherlight, against his forehead, ) Holy shit.
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breathlessly, pressing a kiss, featherlight, against his forehead, ) Holy shit.