[ That assurance seems to soothe some of her tension, but it can't do everything. This particular tension is bodily, bone-deep and aching, born out of being left in the lurch as she had been. So ready, and so disappointed. She shifts her legs to get him between them, a stubborn and petulant look in her eyes. ]
Come here. [ Her voice is hard, preventing the summons from being any kind of sultry. But there is, at least, the sight of his semen dripping out of her to consider. Her folds are flushed and sore and shining in the dim light of the cabin. ] Use your hand again.
[ She could guide him once he got started, at least. ]
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Come here. [ Her voice is hard, preventing the summons from being any kind of sultry. But there is, at least, the sight of his semen dripping out of her to consider. Her folds are flushed and sore and shining in the dim light of the cabin. ] Use your hand again.
[ She could guide him once he got started, at least. ]