"The Gift": Richard's Storyline, Ch 8, Part 5
Both spirits snuggled close, jack with the same kind of post-coital closeness of a spouse of decades and balam with the detached-but-devoted wariness of a first time lover that hoped for decades ahead.
The Best Birthday Ever
The two waited for their mandatory post-coital cuddling to end, but for now the afterglow was wonderful. “happy birthday, babe.” valerie said as she kissed her husband again. and he kissed her back.
Sam's Bull Calves
Jock is a very talented fuck who'll leave me dazed post fuck in orgasmic bliss. and a big clydesdale horse, who i have seen nude in the locker and is always dropped and hard in my presence, but who's not fucked me yet. he seems scared of sam.
Camden Capers
Then they came down, floating together in the softest of winds, their bodies entwined in post-coital bliss. the bed was a cloud, the most fragile of leaves, their shared breathing a breeze on a warm summer's day.
Getting friendly away from the party
They just decided to enjoy some post sex cuddling. she didn't get to do that often, her previous hookups were more about emptying their nuts in her and leaving, but she thought that was partially her own fault.
In the Heat of the Pridelands
Drifting in and out of post-sex consciousness, his breath slowly returned to normal. while this wasn't how he'd pictured spending the afternoon, he certainly wasn't complaining either.
The Last Dance of the Evening
That threat was more fluff- a bit of their post-coital bliss- than anything else...but with time to think it over, gemma knew that hark would come up with a way to make her beg for mercy again.
Dirty rats
By the time they both finished their orgasms the room fell silent and free of moans and groans and filled with hot post-sex panting.
What Do You Have In Mind?
Their sex might be fucking great but the post-fucking afterglow of affection and more gentle intimacy was always good too.
2019-05-13 - Motivations of a Fishing Trip (SDSlayer)
Zaldrin's eyes rolled back in his head and he growl-whimpered into her ear, arms draped over her body between her blowhole and dorsal fin in a sort of post-coital embrace.
Finding Home
Being as good as it was, i usually didn't even have to sleep outside; i'd get flirty with the last customer of the night, and if i managed to help clear out their pipes in more ways than one, so to speak, they'd let me sleep in their bed in the name of post-coital
Exodus, July 27th 2011, 11:34 A.M.
Everyone chuckled at his remark basking in the happiness of their post sex afterglow.