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Edric and Florence, his Mum, spend their last day together for his winter break, and say goodbye.

One month later, Edric returns home for a weekend with Florence, his Mum.

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Edric feels all his love for her well up, fill his heart and overflow it with a need to kiss her awake, hold her in his arms, make love to her.\n\nHe draws himself across the space between them to wrap her up, place a kiss to the side of her muzzle, then another and another, until her eyes flutter open and she giggles.\n\n“Good morning, baby.”\n\n[center]-----[/center]\n\n“Sure you have everything?”\n\nIt's not the first time Florence has asked Edric that question since he started packing his bag this afternoon. He smiles down at his gym bag as he zips it, then turns to her where she's standing in the doorway to his room, blanket draped over her shoulders.\n\n“Yeah, Mum, I think so.” He strides over and takes her hand in his. “But if not, it's just another reason I should visit again as soon as I can.”\n\n“Look at you being smooth. Where was this when you got here two weeks ago, blushing and stammering while you tried—and failed, I'll remind you—not to stare at my body?” She steps closer to lean up and press a kiss to his nose.\n\n“I had to learn fast, you kinda threw me in on the deep end there, so it was sink or swim—or I guess flirt or die of embarrassment.” He places his hand on her bare hip to draw her in closer. She responds by wrapping her arms around the back of his neck.\n\n“I'm gonna miss you, baby.” Her head rests against the join of his shoulder and neck and she sighs.\n\n“I'm gonna miss you, too, Mum.” He brings his other hand up to card his fingers through her mane. “But I'll be back soon. Just a month, and then mid-February, I'll drive back for a weekend.”\n\n“And then end of March you have spring break.” She starts them rocking, slowly, back and forth.\n\n“And I'll spend the whole time here with you.” They continue swaying, a slow dance to no music, for a quiet moment.\n\nShe hums a sigh against him.\n\n“Baby, I know you just got changed, and you should be leaving, but—” she presses her body against his, lets the blanket fall away from her nude frame, “—think we could do it one last time?”\n\nHe doesn't even have to think about it.\n\n“Gods [i]please[/i].” He wraps her up and presses a kiss to the white mark between her eyes. “I don't want to leave, and I'm gonna miss you so much, and you're so [i]beautiful[/i] I wanna rut you so bad.”\n\nHis clothes go flying as they tumble from his bedroom to hers, landing on her bed in a tangle of limbs. She rolls them over onto his back and straddles him.\n\n“Edric, baby, I love you.”\n\nShe lifts her hips and guides his tip to her entrance.\n\n“I love you too, Mum.”\n\nShe slides down his shaft, all the way, until their hips meet and her clit winks out against him.\n\n“One last time, baby.” They join hands as she lifts herself, then she drops back down with a muted [i]clap[/i]. \n\nThat “one last time” turns out to be two more times then a shower, and they end up doing it in the shower, too.\n\n[center]-----[/center]\n\nOn his way out, Edric pauses. It's already sundown, light rapidly bleeding from the sky, and the light above the door isn't on. He looks over to the switch, and suddenly remembers. With a chuckle, he drops his bag and turns back to Florence.\n\n“Be right back, Mum.”\n\nShe gives him a quizzical look, but lets him stride past her into the kitchen. When he returns a moment later, it's with a new outdoor bulb in hand, and that gets a cackle from her.\n\n“Can't believe we forgot to change it out the [i]whole[/i] time I was here.” He steps out, reaching above the door to unscrew the dead bulb.\n\n“Well I [i]can[/i], baby.” She watches appreciatively from the doorway as he works. “We were a little bit preoccupied with one another. I didn't even get any groceries.”\n\nHe freezes, new bulb nearly settled.\n\n“Oh gods you're right.” He finishes up. “We're a bit dangerous for one another. Maybe it's a good thing I only had the two weeks, we might've starved to death mid-rut!”\n\nThat gets a laugh from his mum, who swats at him. She flicks the switch and the light turns on.\n\n“Oh hush, you.”\n\nThey make eye contact again, love and lust and home and longing passing between them.\n\n“Love you, baby.”\n\n“Love you too, Mum.”\n\n“Love [i]all of you[/i], baby. With [i]all of me[/i].”\n\n“All of you, all of me, Mum.”\n\nThey kiss, one last time, and then he does his best not to fixate on her form watching from the porch as he turns onto the road.\n\n[center]-----\n\n[b]EPILOGUE[/b]\n\n-----[/center]\n\nWhen Edric finally pulls to a stop next to his mum's car it's already nearly 1 AM, but the light above the back door is plenty for him to let himself in. He takes a deep breath of [i]home[/i] and lets it out with a sigh, then slings his gym bag from over his shoulder and onto the carpet of the entry with a quiet thump, locking the door behind himself. He shivers away the cold and brushes snow from his mane, then heads into the kitchen for something to drink.\n\n“Welcome home, baby.”\n\nAnd there she is. Florence rises from where she's seated on a stool at the island counter, in a familiar outfit—a robe so sheer he can make out every detail of her large, pebbly nipples through it and barely cinched together by a belt at her waist, and a pair of panties that display a perfect camel toe of her equine pussy.\n\n“I'm home, Mum.”\n\nShe walks over and draws him into a hug. They both sigh into it, before he remembers what she's wearing and his rapidly-stiffening boner, and presses in tighter. She hums a moan as his erection presses against her belly.\n\n“There's my favorite young man.” She pulls back to get a better look at him. “How you feeling?”\n\n“Like seeing you in that robe has brought up some real pleasant memories.” He leans down to press a kiss to the end of her muzzle. “And like I could spend the rest of the weekend in bed with you and not regret a single moment of it.”\n\nFlorence smiles up at him.\n\n“Well then,” she begins, taking hold of his trousers by the beltloops. “Why don't we get started, baby.” \n\n“Yes, please.” As she unfastens his trousers, he begins to work on her robe's belt, when he remembers his bag, and the letter inside. “Oh! But first.” He pulls away with another kiss.\n\nAs he digs through his bag, she leans her hip back against the kitchen counter, robe settling to the outsides of her breasts. Then he whirls around and presents to her a large, stiff envelope. He smiles as he watches her read the return address—the university just down the road. Her eyes widen and she looks up to him.\n\n“Is this...”\n\n“Yeah, Mum. After you suggested I switch out of that class, I got to thinking. If I don't like a class, switch out to something I'll like more. And if I don't like the school...” He lets that hang in the air a moment. “Because let's be honest, the most joy or satisfaction I felt during last semester was leaving campus to [i]go to work[/i]. It was like a needle in a haystack, trying to find just [i]one[/i] other person on that campus who wasn't born to riches and wholly dedicated to hypercapitalism.” He shakes his head. “Oh, and yes, you warned me about all this back before I decided to go to a [i]Prestigious University[/i]—” He says the words with unabashed venom, “—that would look maybe marginally better to have graduated from, instead of the nice local place that I already liked. You were right.”\n\nShe just smiles at him over the letter she's been half-reading through his spiel.\n\n“I'll save my gloating and 'told you so' for another time, baby. I'm just glad you realized in time to do something about it.” She sets the letter down on the counter behind her, then tugs him into a hug. He settles between her thighs like it's where he belongs, her head resting on his chest over his heart. “And you did really like ANU when you were checking it out.”\n\n“Yeah, and just think—instead of a several [i]hour[/i] drive home, a twenty [i]minute[/i] one. Anyways, so first thing I did when I got back after winter break was send some emails and make a call out to their admissions. They remembered me, Mum. It was—kind of humbling and wonderful.”\n\nThey spend the next thirty minutes at the kitchen table, discussing his plans to transfer for the fall semester.\n\n“And I was thinking, at least for this next year, I'd still get a place on campus—dorm room or apartment or whatever, and visit home whenever I can.”\n\nFlorence hums.\n\n“That's actually a real good idea, baby. Give us more time being [i]together[/i] without being stuck around one another all the time. Let you have space to grow and explore and figure yourself out more.” \n\n“And after this first year here, we can talk about it, see where we want me after that.”\n\n“I'm proud of you, baby. You've really given this a lot of thought, huh?”\n\n“I'm trying.” He shrugs, unsure of his words. “I just—don't want to come at this like some idiot kid, turning his life upside down for a girl, or something. I wanna make sure I'm doing it right, whatever that means.”\n\n“I think you are, baby. Even though I guess I'm biased, since [i]I'm[/i] that girl you're turning your life upside down for.” They share a laugh and she pats his hand. “But it's okay to blunder, make mistakes, be a bit lost. You're [i]eighteen[/i] and in uni, that's what you're [i]supposed[/i] to be doing. Have some fun, learn about yourself, unlearn a bunch of junk you were programmed with as a kid, get drunk, eat someone out, read poetry aloud, turn your life upside down for a romantic partner.”\n\n“It's a little bit funny that I've done like [i]none[/i] of those things at uni and [i]all[/i] of those things with you over winter break.”\n\nShe blinks a couple times as she thinks back through the list, then she's overcome by laughter. He can't help but join her.\n\nAs they catch their breath, they share a look between them, and he can [i]feel[/i] the potent mix of love and lust in her eyes. He laces the fingers of their joined hands together.\n\n“So I think before this whole 'I'm transferring universities' talk, we were about to throw ourselves at one another?”\n\nThat gets her chuckling again.\n\n“We were. You still up for it? I know you had to drive a long way, and it's even later now.”\n\nHe looks to the clock over the stove. 2:04.\n\n“Oh, this is nothing,” he waves his hand dismissively. “I'm practically nocturnal at uni.”\n\n“Well then.” Florence stands from the table, already shedding her robe. As it falls away, he sighs at the sight of her bare breasts, dark-chocolate brown nipples standing erect among the sea of her dark chestnut coat. She hefts them up. “Did you miss your mum's big ol' titties?”\n\n“Gods, I did.” He rises from the table, tearing his shirt off and working at his trousers. “I missed [i]all of you[/i].” He strides over to press himself against her, both down to their underwear, and leans down to kiss her hungrily. His cock tents his boxers. She pulls away with a moan.\n\n“Careful, baby, save that for the bedroom.”\n\n“We'd better hurry, then, or we won't make it to the bedroom.”\n\n[center]-----[/center]\n\nThey make love like the first time, Florence on her back and Edric lying atop her. Unlike the first time, there's no hesitation, no virgin uncertainty or awkwardness as he presses in, crown spreading her equine lips.\n\n“[i]Ohhhh[/i], there's my stallion.” She wraps her legs around behind him as he hilts himself.\n\nFor a long moment, they simply lie there, hips pressed together, basking in the feel of one another after a month apart.\n\n“Missed you,” Edric whispers into her ear. “Missed this.” He gives a little hump for emphasis.\n\n“Mmm, me too, baby.”\n\n“You ready?”\n\n“I was ready [i]hours[/i] ago.”\n\n“Really?” He starts, slow and gentle.\n\n“I must have ridden that dildo a dozen times today, baby.” He lifts his head to look her in the eye, surprised. She pats the side of his muzzle. “Don't you worry, it has nothing on the real thing.” She clenches down on him, and he groans.\n\n“[i]Whew[/i]! Missed that, too, Mum.” He quickens his pace, hips finding their practiced rhythm. He kisses along the side of her muzzle, and her hand comes up to tangle in his blonde mane. “Which tit needs my attention most tonight, Florence?” She groans and fists his mane.\n\n“My left,” she pants out.\n\n“On my way.” \n\nHe captures her lips with his, once, then trails a series of kisses and nips down the column of her throat to her dark, pebbly nipple. He catches it between his teeth as it wobbles, sets to suckling. She tosses her head back. He thrusts his hips in just that little bit harder to catch her clit as it winks out.\n\n“[i]Mmmm[/i]! Yes! Edric, baby, I love you.” \n\nShe snakes her hand down between their bodies to her clitoris. 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Edric lays his hand across her belly, and just takes her in.

She's lying on her back, quietly snoring, soft smile gracing her muzzle. Her mane is tussled from sleep and last night's marathon lovemaking. Sometime, the sheet has fallen to her waist, leaving her beautiful breasts exposed, and now the sunlight streaming into the room dances across her gorgeous dark-chestnut coat, casting shadows of her soft, dark peaks. Soon, its travel across the bed will light her face, and wake her as well.

Unless he wakes her first.

Because she is stunning, even asleep. Edric feels all his love for her well up, fill his heart and overflow it with a need to kiss her awake, hold her in his arms, make love to her.

He draws himself across the space between them to wrap her up, place a kiss to the side of her muzzle, then another and another, until her eyes flutter open and she giggles.

“Good morning, baby.”

-----


“Sure you have everything?”

It's not the first time Florence has asked Edric that question since he started packing his bag this afternoon. He smiles down at his gym bag as he zips it, then turns to her where she's standing in the doorway to his room, blanket draped over her shoulders.

“Yeah, Mum, I think so.” He strides over and takes her hand in his. “But if not, it's just another reason I should visit again as soon as I can.”

“Look at you being smooth. Where was this when you got here two weeks ago, blushing and stammering while you tried—and failed, I'll remind you—not to stare at my body?” She steps closer to lean up and press a kiss to his nose.

“I had to learn fast, you kinda threw me in on the deep end there, so it was sink or swim—or I guess flirt or die of embarrassment.” He places his hand on her bare hip to draw her in closer. She responds by wrapping her arms around the back of his neck.

“I'm gonna miss you, baby.” Her head rests against the join of his shoulder and neck and she sighs.

“I'm gonna miss you, too, Mum.” He brings his other hand up to card his fingers through her mane. “But I'll be back soon. Just a month, and then mid-February, I'll drive back for a weekend.”

“And then end of March you have spring break.” She starts them rocking, slowly, back and forth.

“And I'll spend the whole time here with you.” They continue swaying, a slow dance to no music, for a quiet moment.

She hums a sigh against him.

“Baby, I know you just got changed, and you should be leaving, but—” she presses her body against his, lets the blanket fall away from her nude frame, “—think we could do it one last time?”

He doesn't even have to think about it.

“Gods please.” He wraps her up and presses a kiss to the white mark between her eyes. “I don't want to leave, and I'm gonna miss you so much, and you're so beautiful I wanna rut you so bad.”

His clothes go flying as they tumble from his bedroom to hers, landing on her bed in a tangle of limbs. She rolls them over onto his back and straddles him.

“Edric, baby, I love you.”

She lifts her hips and guides his tip to her entrance.

“I love you too, Mum.”

She slides down his shaft, all the way, until their hips meet and her clit winks out against him.

“One last time, baby.” They join hands as she lifts herself, then she drops back down with a muted clap.

That “one last time” turns out to be two more times then a shower, and they end up doing it in the shower, too.

-----


On his way out, Edric pauses. It's already sundown, light rapidly bleeding from the sky, and the light above the door isn't on. He looks over to the switch, and suddenly remembers. With a chuckle, he drops his bag and turns back to Florence.

“Be right back, Mum.”

She gives him a quizzical look, but lets him stride past her into the kitchen. When he returns a moment later, it's with a new outdoor bulb in hand, and that gets a cackle from her.

“Can't believe we forgot to change it out the whole time I was here.” He steps out, reaching above the door to unscrew the dead bulb.

“Well I can, baby.” She watches appreciatively from the doorway as he works. “We were a little bit preoccupied with one another. I didn't even get any groceries.”

He freezes, new bulb nearly settled.

“Oh gods you're right.” He finishes up. “We're a bit dangerous for one another. Maybe it's a good thing I only had the two weeks, we might've starved to death mid-rut!”

That gets a laugh from his mum, who swats at him. She flicks the switch and the light turns on.

“Oh hush, you.”

They make eye contact again, love and lust and home and longing passing between them.

“Love you, baby.”

“Love you too, Mum.”

“Love all of you, baby. With all of me.”

“All of you, all of me, Mum.”

They kiss, one last time, and then he does his best not to fixate on her form watching from the porch as he turns onto the road.

-----

EPILOGUE

-----


When Edric finally pulls to a stop next to his mum's car it's already nearly 1 AM, but the light above the back door is plenty for him to let himself in. He takes a deep breath of home and lets it out with a sigh, then slings his gym bag from over his shoulder and onto the carpet of the entry with a quiet thump, locking the door behind himself. He shivers away the cold and brushes snow from his mane, then heads into the kitchen for something to drink.

“Welcome home, baby.”

And there she is. Florence rises from where she's seated on a stool at the island counter, in a familiar outfit—a robe so sheer he can make out every detail of her large, pebbly nipples through it and barely cinched together by a belt at her waist, and a pair of panties that display a perfect camel toe of her equine pussy.

“I'm home, Mum.”

She walks over and draws him into a hug. They both sigh into it, before he remembers what she's wearing and his rapidly-stiffening boner, and presses in tighter. She hums a moan as his erection presses against her belly.

“There's my favorite young man.” She pulls back to get a better look at him. “How you feeling?”

“Like seeing you in that robe has brought up some real pleasant memories.” He leans down to press a kiss to the end of her muzzle. “And like I could spend the rest of the weekend in bed with you and not regret a single moment of it.”

Florence smiles up at him.

“Well then,” she begins, taking hold of his trousers by the beltloops. “Why don't we get started, baby.”

“Yes, please.” As she unfastens his trousers, he begins to work on her robe's belt, when he remembers his bag, and the letter inside. “Oh! But first.” He pulls away with another kiss.

As he digs through his bag, she leans her hip back against the kitchen counter, robe settling to the outsides of her breasts. Then he whirls around and presents to her a large, stiff envelope. He smiles as he watches her read the return address—the university just down the road. Her eyes widen and she looks up to him.

“Is this...”

“Yeah, Mum. After you suggested I switch out of that class, I got to thinking. If I don't like a class, switch out to something I'll like more. And if I don't like the school...” He lets that hang in the air a moment. “Because let's be honest, the most joy or satisfaction I felt during last semester was leaving campus to go to work. It was like a needle in a haystack, trying to find just one other person on that campus who wasn't born to riches and wholly dedicated to hypercapitalism.” He shakes his head. “Oh, and yes, you warned me about all this back before I decided to go to a Prestigious University—” He says the words with unabashed venom, “—that would look maybe marginally better to have graduated from, instead of the nice local place that I already liked. You were right.”

She just smiles at him over the letter she's been half-reading through his spiel.

“I'll save my gloating and 'told you so' for another time, baby. I'm just glad you realized in time to do something about it.” She sets the letter down on the counter behind her, then tugs him into a hug. He settles between her thighs like it's where he belongs, her head resting on his chest over his heart. “And you did really like ANU when you were checking it out.”

“Yeah, and just think—instead of a several hour drive home, a twenty minute one. Anyways, so first thing I did when I got back after winter break was send some emails and make a call out to their admissions. They remembered me, Mum. It was—kind of humbling and wonderful.”

They spend the next thirty minutes at the kitchen table, discussing his plans to transfer for the fall semester.

“And I was thinking, at least for this next year, I'd still get a place on campus—dorm room or apartment or whatever, and visit home whenever I can.”

Florence hums.

“That's actually a real good idea, baby. Give us more time being together without being stuck around one another all the time. Let you have space to grow and explore and figure yourself out more.”

“And after this first year here, we can talk about it, see where we want me after that.”

“I'm proud of you, baby. You've really given this a lot of thought, huh?”

“I'm trying.” He shrugs, unsure of his words. “I just—don't want to come at this like some idiot kid, turning his life upside down for a girl, or something. I wanna make sure I'm doing it right, whatever that means.”

“I think you are, baby. Even though I guess I'm biased, since I'm that girl you're turning your life upside down for.” They share a laugh and she pats his hand. “But it's okay to blunder, make mistakes, be a bit lost. You're eighteen and in uni, that's what you're supposed to be doing. Have some fun, learn about yourself, unlearn a bunch of junk you were programmed with as a kid, get drunk, eat someone out, read poetry aloud, turn your life upside down for a romantic partner.”

“It's a little bit funny that I've done like none of those things at uni and all of those things with you over winter break.”

She blinks a couple times as she thinks back through the list, then she's overcome by laughter. He can't help but join her.

As they catch their breath, they share a look between them, and he can feel the potent mix of love and lust in her eyes. He laces the fingers of their joined hands together.

“So I think before this whole 'I'm transferring universities' talk, we were about to throw ourselves at one another?”

That gets her chuckling again.

“We were. You still up for it? I know you had to drive a long way, and it's even later now.”

He looks to the clock over the stove. 2:04.

“Oh, this is nothing,” he waves his hand dismissively. “I'm practically nocturnal at uni.”

“Well then.” Florence stands from the table, already shedding her robe. As it falls away, he sighs at the sight of her bare breasts, dark-chocolate brown nipples standing erect among the sea of her dark chestnut coat. She hefts them up. “Did you miss your mum's big ol' titties?”

“Gods, I did.” He rises from the table, tearing his shirt off and working at his trousers. “I missed all of you.” He strides over to press himself against her, both down to their underwear, and leans down to kiss her hungrily. His cock tents his boxers. She pulls away with a moan.

“Careful, baby, save that for the bedroom.”

“We'd better hurry, then, or we won't make it to the bedroom.”

-----


They make love like the first time, Florence on her back and Edric lying atop her. Unlike the first time, there's no hesitation, no virgin uncertainty or awkwardness as he presses in, crown spreading her equine lips.

“Ohhhh, there's my stallion.” She wraps her legs around behind him as he hilts himself.

For a long moment, they simply lie there, hips pressed together, basking in the feel of one another after a month apart.

“Missed you,” Edric whispers into her ear. “Missed this.” He gives a little hump for emphasis.

“Mmm, me too, baby.”

“You ready?”

“I was ready hours ago.”

“Really?” He starts, slow and gentle.

“I must have ridden that dildo a dozen times today, baby.” He lifts his head to look her in the eye, surprised. She pats the side of his muzzle. “Don't you worry, it has nothing on the real thing.” She clenches down on him, and he groans.

“Whew! Missed that, too, Mum.” He quickens his pace, hips finding their practiced rhythm. He kisses along the side of her muzzle, and her hand comes up to tangle in his blonde mane. “Which tit needs my attention most tonight, Florence?” She groans and fists his mane.

“My left,” she pants out.

“On my way.”

He captures her lips with his, once, then trails a series of kisses and nips down the column of her throat to her dark, pebbly nipple. He catches it between his teeth as it wobbles, sets to suckling. She tosses her head back. He thrusts his hips in just that little bit harder to catch her clit as it winks out.

“Mmmm! Yes! Edric, baby, I love you.”

She snakes her hand down between their bodies to her clitoris. As she works her clit with one hand and combs his mane with the other, he works in and out more rapidly.

“Gonna start flaring soon,” he warns around her nipple.

“Give me everything you got, baby. Give it to me hard.”

“You sure?”

“Rut me, baby.” Her voice is desperate as she gasps out the words around moans. “Plow me! Treat me like your broodmare!”

“Fuck, Mum!”

Her desperation, her hunger, her need, all drive him on. He drops her nipple and straightens his back to loom above her.

And sets to pounding her.

Full-body thrusts, clapping their hips together with bruising force. Her breasts audibly slap against her belly as they trail behind the rest of her body getting rocked by him.

Her hand falls away from his mane to clutch the sheet, the pillow, searching for an anchor.

His cock head swells. His pace continues, dragging his flare in and out with cunt-stretching force.

His balls draw up.

She screams a whinny to the ceiling.

“Aaaaaa! Yes! Baby! Breed me! Breed your Mum!”

He slams in, one final time, grunting with the impact. His balls tense, his penis jerks, and he begins flooding her passage with a month of longing.

He surges down to kiss her, intensely. His tongue rushes into her mouth to wrestle with hers as he blasts her cervix with his seed. Moaning into one another's mouth, tears trailing down their cheeks, they orgasm together.

Her vagina, so eager to have his cum again, milks it from him with rhythmic contractions. Cum pulses into her in cunt-overflowing quantity—his flare and her pussy are no match for his production.

As cum leaks out of her marehood to pool under her ass, they take gulping breaths of air and stare into one another's eyes. Edric smiles down at her. Chest and belly heaving for breath, coat a sheen of sweat, she is the most beautiful mare in the world. And he is so full of love for her. He dips back down.

“I love you, Mum.” A kiss. “All of you.” A kiss. “With all of me.” She holds him against her lips for this third one, pussy clenching and drawing another spurt of cum from him.

She lets him go, and when he pulls back she places both hands along the sides of his muzzle.

“I love you, too, baby.” Her thumbs whisk away his tears. “All of you, all of me.”

He lays down atop her, and they hold one another.

Time passes.

Florence wiggles her hips.

“We really made a mess this time, huh?”

He chuckles.

“Guess so.”

He reaches down for the towel and spreads it out beside their hips. Then, carefully, he rolls them over until he's on his back on the towel, and she's on top of him.

In her new position resting her head on his shoulder, she sighs.

“I'm not sleeping on you tonight.”

“Not all night, no, but—” he grips her ass, “—I figured we'd rest a bit, then move onto round two before we give in to exhaustion having fucked ourselves unconscious.”

“Haha. Language, baby, but alright, you've convinced me.”

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