[what he sends her is not new, exactly. he's put on that kind of show for her before, but this? this is so intensely private given the obstacles they've been presented that felicity feels almost unworthy of what she's being shown. it doesn't stop her from watching it from start to finish, the sound of her name falling from his lips arousing as always. she rewinds it enough to watch the end again, the visual of his orgasm spilling over his hand as he comes something that hits her hard and she waits a moment before composing herself and a response.]
sorry I wasn't there to ride it out of you.
[which is a lot different than, hey, thanks. that was awesome. she's not deleting it any time soon, not unless he specifically asks.]
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sorry I wasn't there to ride it out of you.
[which is a lot different than, hey, thanks. that was awesome. she's not deleting it any time soon, not unless he specifically asks.]
Maybe next time.