[Her eyes follow him when he moves away, her breaths coming fast and hard. She can feel a wetness between her thighs and she's blushing violently as she sits up, trying not to make any sudden movements just in case.]
... I'm going to be sore in the morning, you bastard.
[Yep, that's the only thing she can think of to say right now.]
Sorry this is so late! ;;
... I'm going to be sore in the morning, you bastard.
[Yep, that's the only thing she can think of to say right now.]