[Yeah, there's nothing left of her now. Audrey Michaelson still exists, she's absolutely there, but Masaomi doesn't let up even as she cums, he drives her to literally squirt (again? Fuck, she can't remember. Who cares.) and create another mess between her legs, dripping down to the top of the stairs. Her gaze lifts up enough to look at Sullivan, to register that he's definitely there but her usually clear, intensely focused eyes are a mess.]
I will. [It comes out in weird, awkward fragments, shapes of sound that almost don't resemble any kind of human language.] It's okay, I can, want to.
[He's really driven her back down to the most basic instincts but, hey, consent is important and all that. Sullivan needs to know she's okay with it!]
no subject
I will. [It comes out in weird, awkward fragments, shapes of sound that almost don't resemble any kind of human language.] It's okay, I can, want to.
[He's really driven her back down to the most basic instincts but, hey, consent is important and all that. Sullivan needs to know she's okay with it!]