[ - There it is. That's exactly what Jiro was looking for - though the magnitude of it all somehow takes her a bit by surprise, despite the intensity of everything she'd been doing. She keeps it up as hard as she can as Momo rides out the waves of her own climax, letting out a loud, almost pleased whine against her with the way Momo grips a handful of her hair, wrapping her paws around behind her and spreading her claws as if she wishes she had hands to grab at her right back - And purely out of instinct, her jacks zip out to fill that role, wrapping a few times around Momo's thighs and stomach to hold onto her with a firm grip.
Even after she settles and Jiro pulls back, she leaves them there, almost loathe to move them after all that... And hearing calm, sweet Momo actually cuss like that ends up bringing a weird, proud grin to Jiro's face. She wipes it off with the back of an arm, starting to sit up again between Momo's legs.]
... If you think that was good, imagine what it'll be like when I've got my hands back.
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She keeps it up as hard as she can as Momo rides out the waves of her own climax, letting out a loud, almost pleased whine against her with the way Momo grips a handful of her hair, wrapping her paws around behind her and spreading her claws as if she wishes she had hands to grab at her right back -
And purely out of instinct, her jacks zip out to fill that role, wrapping a few times around Momo's thighs and stomach to hold onto her with a firm grip.
Even after she settles and Jiro pulls back, she leaves them there, almost loathe to move them after all that...
And hearing calm, sweet Momo actually cuss like that ends up bringing a weird, proud grin to Jiro's face.
She wipes it off with the back of an arm, starting to sit up again between Momo's legs.]
... If you think that was good, imagine what it'll be like when I've got my hands back.
[She is a guitarist, after all.]