[The silence is mildly disappointing (though not surprising), but the way his knees tighten and his cock twitches in her mouth is unmistakable. She makes a sound that seems pleased as bitter salt hits her tongue, and she has to resist the urge to linger too long on him as the flow slows and the waves subside. Irhya pulls up with a very deliberate slurp, eases back, and smiles at him in hopeful anticipation.]
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Lovely. Do you need a moment?