Two fingers twist in deep. Curl over the g-spot twice. Slowly twist out and withdraw. Time to up the ante. Adding a third finger Shane begins to send Harper over the edge. The pace remains painfully slow for a few minutes for her to enjoy the feeling of Harper’s slick velvety walls engulfing her. With each new twist she begins to add another pass over her g-spot and quickens the pace. She makes it up to six rapid touches of her g-spot when her fingers become immobilized by Harper’s tightened muscles. She twists her fingers as best she can from where she has them buried deep within Harper. The orgasm that rips through Harper feels as if it might break Shane’s fingers. She is tighter then Shane has ever felt. Harper does her best to be quiet as not to wake the girl’s in the next room. She wants to scream out in ecstasy. There is no air in her lungs. All she feels is her body exploding. A stream of cum forcing it’s way from deep within her releases itself, soaking her thighs and Shane’s hand. Her knees buckle and she is thankful that she has the dresser to stop her from falling. Exhausted, she rests her trembling body on the dresser. Her chest heaves as her lungs try to fill with air again. She feels lost, as if she’s blanked out and forgotten her own name. Her body is rocked with aftershocks.

Shane knows better then to touch her too much when she’s like this. Having experienced this herself she knows what it’s like to be touched when your entire body is on sensory overload. So she watches. And smiles. And almost cries. She stands close to Harper needing desperately to be touching her. Wanting badly to pick her up and lay her on the bed. Instead she waits for Harper to come down. Gently she places three fingertips on her back. She couldn’t bare what felt like a thousand miles between them after sharing something so intimate.

It seems like forever to Shane before Harper makes a slight motion with her hand for her to join her. Shane moves next to her and leans down over the dresser resting on her left arm while her right drapes over Harper. She places a sweet kiss on Harper’s forearm as she looks over at her wrecked woman. A small grin washes over Harper’s dazed face when she feels the sweet kiss.

Slowly she tilts her head in Shane’s direction, “Hi.” Harper whispers with another grin.

Shane smiles at the pleasure on her glassy eyed girlfriends face. “Hi yourself.”

“That was… intense… really fucking intense.” Harper can barely keep her eyes open, let alone get those words out.

“Yeah it was.” She leans in kissing her forearm again. “And really fucking hot.”

“I’m sorry for putting my hands in your pants.” Harper’s strained voice says.

“Are you really?” Shane says playfully.

Harper smiles, her eyes half closed saying “Yes,” while nodding her head no.

Shane laughs.

“I’ll take your punishment any day if it’s always like that.” Harper says.

“I think I need to rethink my punishment policy. I’m not sure you learned your lesson if you are willing to be subjected to it again.”

“No… rethinking is a bad idea. It’s good how it is.” She chuckles.

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