[ she leans into his hand, letting him guide her down into her seat. her back finally makes contact with the seat, and she relaxes against it, the tension slowly leaving her as she closes her eyes.
smiling, she starts off the conversation. ]
So... what did I taste like?
[ she sounds a little playful, and a little woozy, and given that she's not flushing beet-fucking-red she's also probably a little unaware of just what she's saying. ]
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[ she leans into his hand, letting him guide her down into her seat. her back finally makes contact with the seat, and she relaxes against it, the tension slowly leaving her as she closes her eyes.
smiling, she starts off the conversation. ]
So... what did I taste like?
[ she sounds a little playful, and a little woozy, and given that she's not flushing beet-fucking-red she's also probably a little unaware of just what she's saying. ]