[ well, there it is. she sits there for a moment, relaxing against him--ignoring that he totally just said her name when he came, he's in too deep--trying to concentrate on slowing her heartbeat and once again, not falling off the bench now that he's basking in the glory of reaching the finish line. and not so much on her sliding off the bench.
isabella carefully scoots back, tucking some messy hair behind her ear. ... she tugs her dress up and re-situates her breasts in it. ]
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isabella carefully scoots back, tucking some messy hair behind her ear. ... she tugs her dress up and re-situates her breasts in it. ]