Birdy

She was panting and making soft sounds of pained pleasure, her hips still pushing back weakly to milk anything left of him and prolong her own pleasure in being so obscenely filled and used.

"Needed that so bad," she whimpered into the mattress, one hand reaching back to grab his hip and keep them together as she shuddered through a series of aftershocks. Her body twitch around him like she'd been hit with a low voltage power line.

A last harsh cry and she went limp under him, utterly spent, drenched in sweat, dripping his seed and looking like the most pleased feline to ever find a sunbeam.