Maya's mouth opened, then closed. The memory of her own desperate words clearly replayed in her head. Her face burned even hotter.
"How can that be counted…? That was… I… I wasn't thinking clearly… that doesn't…"
She trailed off, unable to finish the excuse.
I glanced down pointedly and shifted my hips just enough to draw her attention to the fact that her heels were still locked around my lower back, the soft pressure of her legs still trying to keep me pressed as deep as possible inside her.
"And even if I had wanted to pull out," I said quietly, "you wouldn't have let me."
Maya followed my gaze. The moment she realized her own legs were still holding me in place, a fresh wave of pure mortification crashed over her.
She quickly unwrapped her heels and spread her feet to either side, the movement making my cock shift inside her and drawing one last small, involuntary sound from her throat.
