[Gai's control has been frayed to such a ragged thread that feeling those rhythmic contractions as she climaxes are all it takes to send him that last little distance over the edge. He manages a few more shaky thrusts before he too stiffens, shuddering and driving deep one final time with a groan, his eyes squeezed so tightly shut that he's seeing stars behind their lids.
He's sure that he should be thinking something about how wonderful this is. That would be a lot easier if his mind was capable of any sort of thought at all.]
[Action, July 19th]
He's sure that he should be thinking something about how wonderful this is. That would be a lot easier if his mind was capable of any sort of thought at all.]