Just like the previous times she's brought him to orgasm, he feels as if he's just run several city blocks on a mind-bending high. He's gasping for air, shaking, each unsteady breath carrying a soft sound he can neither hear nor process.

Slowly, though, the first wave fades into a deep and satisfying warmth. His trembling fingers slowly uncurl from her hair as his breathing begins to even. Dazed, he blinks down the length of his body at her. Molly looks pleased, even a little sly, her pink tongue darting out to swipe a drop of his semen off of her lower lip.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he manages, ragged.