Chapter 88: Birds Twittering And Loving Lydia
Afternoon.
Bedroom, Theodore Mansion.
Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.
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As the last tremors of the third orgasm and Lydia’s first fuck pulse through her, Theodore whispers sweet nothings as he grinds out his own release. As he pulled out of her a few seconds later, the wet sound that echoes around the small room made Lydia’s cheeks burn with heat.
"Fuck!" Theodore gasped pulling out of her before collapsing onto the bed.
He wrapped his arm around her, pulled her closer and asked. "Are you okay, Gooseberry?"
"Yes, that was..." She bites on her lip unable to complete the sentence.
"Incredible?" the lord offered.
She giggled. "Fantastic, but incredible works too."
An emotional silence echoed in the room for a moment before Theodore sighed.