[That, and all food, is the farthest thing from her mind, but she'd at least be able to relate to the random thought popping up in the middle of an orgasm. One time she found herself wondering how toothbrushes were made while a really cute guy from PR ate her out under her desk. She's aware enough to realize that his giggling isn't of the mean variety, he's just reacting and, if anything, that seems to make her that much more eager to get her tongue wherever it can reach.
And she doesn't let up until the last few seconds of his orgasm, focused on holding him up a bit so he doesn't accidentally, y'know, smother her in kraken limbs! When he seems to be finished she wiggles back out to sit up on her knees again.] Much better.
[It had really bothered her that he didn't get to come before! Now he has, and everything in the universe has been made better, as a result.
She goes ahead and sort of drags herself over his back a little bit, mostly trusting that he can hold her weight somewhat comfortably. If it helps any, she lays kisses along his spine and sides. ... Her tongue is probably black.]
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And she doesn't let up until the last few seconds of his orgasm, focused on holding him up a bit so he doesn't accidentally, y'know, smother her in kraken limbs! When he seems to be finished she wiggles back out to sit up on her knees again.] Much better.
[It had really bothered her that he didn't get to come before! Now he has, and everything in the universe has been made better, as a result.
She goes ahead and sort of drags herself over his back a little bit, mostly trusting that he can hold her weight somewhat comfortably. If it helps any, she lays kisses along his spine and sides. ... Her tongue is probably black.]