Meadowlark Prairie Retreat into your mind

Her yelping had, for a moment, worsened her predicament before having allowed for it to then get better. Though sore, the touch of his tongue against the irritated flesh seemed to dull the pain. She'd found herself accepting his apology, as per usual, deciding that he'd not known to be less harsh with his grip. Everything had soon been forgotten, however, when she'd felt the motion of his hips. Perhaps she should have been used to it by now, but each exchange had felt new, for each male had been vastly different from the others.

Once they'd connected, a gentle huff had slipped past her lips in response to the sudden increase of weight against her frame. While it'd caused her to struggle, she'd not complained, having chosen to hold him for as long as she could. Eventually, something that truly was new had happened.

It had started with a slight trembling in her legs, and before she'd the opportunity to recognize what was happening, her limbs had folded in on themselves and sent her tumbling to the ground.

I couldn't help myself, omfg