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[givesgoodglow]

He'd given her the keys and address so she'd gathered up her things from the seedy motel she'd been staying at and took a cab over. It was a nice place, Vic was apparently doing well for himself. They'd stayed in some fleatrap hell holes before, but this was nice.

Once inside she did a sweep, best way to learn her way around. There were two bedrooms so she dropped her bag off in the smaller one and toured the rest of the floor. When she saw the show she could have come right then. Deluxe fixtures, huge area, made sense since Vic was not a dainty guy, lush towels.... talk about upgrades.

Birdy stripped down at once and turned the water to almost as hot as it could go, in a couple minutes the room was hot and steamy and she stepped inside with a groan of pleasure. She planned on a nice long shower to soak away the aches and pains as well as the dirt.

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[oldmancreed]

Her tightness around him, her muscles contracting is what gets him off the most. It's the most of the sensations he can feel, though hearing her rasping beneath him doesn't hurt. He comes with a growl just after she does, fingers and claws gripping at her flesh as he empties himself inside her.

Once he's finished, Vic relaxes down on top of her, though careful not to suffocate her, breathing heavily while he tries to settle down.

[givesgoodglow]

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.

[oldmancreed]

He's pretty pleased himself. Leaning down he nips at the skin under her ear and then rolls off her and the bed. He returns to the bathroom briefly, and grabs a pair of track pants from a dresser when he re-enters the bedroom.

He glances a her form, grins, and climbs back on the bed next to her. A quick jerk of his head indicates she'd best get closer.

Sometimes he's a cuddler. She just better not tell anyone.

[givesgoodglow]

Not a word will slip her lips, and right now she's too exhausted, hoarse and high on pleasure to say anything. Hell she can barely move but when he gestures she complies.

Her movement are love drunk and slow but she manages to curl up to his side, her head on his chest and a leg over his own. Her arm slinks around his waist and gives him a feeble squeeze. She could do more but come on Vic, you practically drained the life out of her there. She hasn't been properly fucked like that in literal years, so it's going to take a minute to come back down.

[oldmancreed]

He's not much up for talking anyway. The squeeze he can feel so that's good enough. He doesn't expect much from her right now so it's all good. Lying there with her as a half blanket, eyes closed, breathing in out and out slowly, this is all that he needs.