[There’s a fair amount of grumbling when she pulls away but it would probably be good to clean up some. And it doesn’t seem like she’s pulling away completely, staying close, keeping a hand on him in someway. He falls into step behind her when she suggests it, his arms wrapping around her middle, his face still nuzzling into her neck, harder to walk but satisfies his urge to stay attached to her like a barnacle.]
How many orgasms can a person have before they pass out? Should we go for the record? [It’s mostly a joke but give him another hour and who knows.]
It's probably in one of my textbooks somewhere, if you feel like looking. [She's laughing a little, letting him cling on to her even as she leads him to the bathroom. The shower sounds like an exhausting amount of standing, but there's washcloths and towels on a little rack inside the door, and it doesn't take much to clean up enough to feel better. She's never quite out of reach, her hands careful and tender against him, taking care of him in a way she never really got to do before.
She should probably find more clothes, should encourage him to eat and call people to tell them he's okay, something useful like that -- instead she just kisses him soundly once she's done.]
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How many orgasms can a person have before they pass out? Should we go for the record? [It’s mostly a joke but give him another hour and who knows.]
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She should probably find more clothes, should encourage him to eat and call people to tell them he's okay, something useful like that -- instead she just kisses him soundly once she's done.]