Twitch! Twitch! The lady's body jerked. Her lower half was still connected, still gripping him tightly.
Her face was hidden behind her disheveled hair. She was breathing heavily through her shoulders. Her chest and stomach rose and fell dramatically with each breath.
With a wet schlup!, his son was pushed out. The tip was glistening white, trailing a sticky string that still connected it to her entrance. Even though Lily had squeezed him dry, he was still ready to go. Youth really is amazing. Oh my, her lower mouth was slowly twitching too, as if breathing.
When he brushed her hair aside to see her face, she glanced at him sideways with a slightly resentful expression.
"I wanted… you to come… much sooner."
"I'm sorry. A lot of things came up and I couldn't make it. Also, it was a bit difficult to get past the Anderson ducal house."
"I see. Then I'll think of something. A way for us to meet safely."
"Yes, please do."
