Mary watched him come, fascinated by the look on his face and the sounds of obvious relief that flowed from his mouth. She continued to stroke his hair and caress him cheek while he trembled in pleasure. Her legs were locked behind his back, not wanting him to slip out in all of his writhing.

She grinned at him as he came down. Mary carefully pushed on his shoulder in order to help turn them on their sides. It would be easy for him to continue touching her that way..