Her voice had lost all structure. Pure sensation, spoken out loud without editing.
He pulled out.
She made the sound. The small, wrecked, involuntary protest of a body that had reorganized itself around occupation and was now being asked to reorganize back.
"Nnh~—"
He reached for Rehana.
The dildo — still inside her, her hand on his arm, her tiptoed balance maintained through increasingly heroic effort — he grabbed the end of it.
Pulled.
'SCHLORP.'
The sound of it leaving her was vulgar and honest and comprehensive.
"NGHH~!! MASTER—MY PUSSY FEELS EMPTY—PLEASE~♡"
Her body jiggling with the extraction — her heavy breasts lurching, her thighs pressing together with the sudden, vacant ache of something removed, her eyes immediately wet with the , needy tears of a woman who had been full and was now not.
He looked at the dildo.
Slick. Coated. Warm.
He looked at Helviana.
