[She knows he's right, but it's not that easy - she needs the half second to really take a shaky breathe and commit to the idea of, y'know, not screaming her head off in the bathroom. Okay, she can do this - really! It'll be fine. Or at least that's the plan because despite her best efforts that unyielding rush of his and her come all mixed together yanks a sharp cry out of her.
But at least she's got the sense to cover her own mouth, biting at her forefinger to keep herself down to muffled whimpers. Later she's going to be incredibly grateful for his tentacles because there isn't any strength in her usually reliable legs, she's a shuddering mess while her body dumps out the come she's been trying to keep in, and it makes a direct path to Boxer.
It's basically fucking amazing, and if he touches her it will (as usual, really) be a record orgasm.]
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But at least she's got the sense to cover her own mouth, biting at her forefinger to keep herself down to muffled whimpers. Later she's going to be incredibly grateful for his tentacles because there isn't any strength in her usually reliable legs, she's a shuddering mess while her body dumps out the come she's been trying to keep in, and it makes a direct path to Boxer.
It's basically fucking amazing, and if he touches her it will (as usual, really) be a record orgasm.]