[Honestly, it is surprising. She knew that she could still feel arousal - she's nothing if not a thorough investigator - but she hadn't anticipated feeling it like this, so hot and aching and overwhelming. With so much of herself missing, she wasn't sure she had the ability to lose anymore of it in sensation.
This is disproving her theory entirely. Her composure is officially gone. She presses down, riding his tongue, and moves her hand back to his head, holding him in place.
It really takes an embarrassingly short time, after that. Her steady litany of stifled moans stutter and quicken, her desperate ruts against his mouth lose their rhythm, until it all finally resolves, her muscles squeezing and pulsing around him, a noise she'll likely be embarrassed about in the morning wrestling it's way out between pants.]
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This is disproving her theory entirely. Her composure is officially gone. She presses down, riding his tongue, and moves her hand back to his head, holding him in place.
It really takes an embarrassingly short time, after that. Her steady litany of stifled moans stutter and quicken, her desperate ruts against his mouth lose their rhythm, until it all finally resolves, her muscles squeezing and pulsing around him, a noise she'll likely be embarrassed about in the morning wrestling it's way out between pants.]