"HaaaAHHN!" With a sudden, sharp cry, she came, her pussy clenching hard around my fingers as waves of pleasure overwhelmed her. Her hand fell away from her mouth, unable to contain the sound, and her cry echoed in the locker room.
Her hips bucked against my hand, her juices flooding over my fingers, hot and slick, as her orgasm tore through her. She covered her face with both hands now, sobbing softly—not from pain, but from the intensity, the guilt, the relief of release.
I slowed my movements, easing her through the aftershocks, my fingers still inside her but no longer thrusting. "You're okay," I murmured, my free hand resting on her thigh, stroking gently to ground her. Her breathing was ragged, her chest heaving under the sweat-soaked tank top, and I could see the flush across her cheeks, the way her body trembled in the aftermath. The dark veins on her arm seemed to fade slightly, maybe because her body had better to do than fighting back the Infection currently…
