[ she makes a noise of squirming protest when the cock recedes and she is left empty, but it melts away into a laugh as she turns her head, forehead pressed to ianthe's sweaty hair. it's absurd, really. all of it. yet the absurdity makes it more comfortable, in a way. leaving spaces for the little human pieces of her that remain.
the silence is comfortable for a few minutes. her skirt and ianthe's hips give her enough dignity that she isn't eager to move, even as people pass by. they don't make any comment. it's not that uncommon, here. zadza is zadza.
she gathers her wits about her slowly, though, and eventually says, ] I hope you don't think I'm upset that you're doing this with Gilia.
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the silence is comfortable for a few minutes. her skirt and ianthe's hips give her enough dignity that she isn't eager to move, even as people pass by. they don't make any comment. it's not that uncommon, here. zadza is zadza.
she gathers her wits about her slowly, though, and eventually says, ] I hope you don't think I'm upset that you're doing this with Gilia.