Her body shook, and then she woke up. She shuddered again, curling up her legs and wrapping her arms around them. This, of course, showed him her full glory-open and very wet. Bright red and still flexing, the opening seemed to wink at him.
Her clit was poking out from under its hood as she curled and flexed her toes. Her breathing was rapid and shaky. She finally sat up, rolling forward and looking into his eyes.
Hmm... so that's what they mean when they say 'sparks shooting from her eyes, 'he thought to himself.
"That has to be the single most intense moment I have ever experienced! You just keep getting better and better, lover," she said.
Her voice was rough and scratchy, barely above a whisper, but it was dripping with emotion, love, and lust. Noticing that she was sitting in a puddle of her own juices, she slid off the table. She almost collapsed; her knees were so weak. Slowly, she stood up straight, though she had to hold the edge of the table to do it.
