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Dhiate's hands rested against Amy, pressing into her. She wished she could give him some form of comfort, but this was what was needed. His movements were rougher this time, but she didn't really care. It felt good. Her body arched against his. They were well matched, both moving as one, despite the disgust filling his eyes. Deeper and deeper he went, until Amy couldn't take it anymore. She released a cry, and found herself spent. She couldn't take anymore.
Thankfully she wasn't the only one done. Amy collapsed down, eyes half closed. She looked around wearily, noting how the clothes scattered across the area. She was lucky they'd been gentle. Her clothes tended to get dirty when doing this, or torn and needing mending. With the care exhibited this time the clothes were slightly damp, but still good. Too lazy to get up and start moving she looked up at Dhiate. You did well. There was one more thing to teach him, but for now she remained on the ground, letting the aftereffects run through her body.
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