he humps more slowly, more gently, still hugging her against him as their bodies at last come to rest, exhausted, a tangled heap of sweat and body fluid lying crookedly exhausted on the couch in the familyroom.
They lie quietly together for a while, stroking each other in the warm afterglow of passion, though it is getting late, and they will both have to rise early, she to catch the bus that she and little brother and sister ride to the high school where she is in the 11th grade, he to make the long tiring commute to the City.
She rises slowly, his soft prick slipping from inside her, the t-shirt falling down around her hips as she reluctantly pulls herself off of his lap and away from the wet remains of their love-making, away from the incredible memory of pleasure now only suggested by his soft limp prick lying exposed between his legs, his sweatpants around his hips.
“I guess I better go to bed.”
She glances sadly at him as he reclines,
exhausted, leaning contentedly back in the couch.
“There’s room for you in my bed… if you want.”
Her brilliant smile lights his heart as he watches her skip off to the master bedroom down the hall.
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