Jenny came thirty seconds later.
Silently.
A full-body clench that started somewhere between her thighs and moved outward simultaneously to every extremity, both legs going rigid, hands fisting so hard in the sheets that her knuckles paled, her back arching clean off the mattress edge in a perfect, sustained bow.
The sound she made was a single muffled, airless note from the back of her throat that lasted four full seconds and then cut off like a wire snipped.
His tongue held position against her clit through the entire duration.
Not moving. Not adjusting. Just present, steady pressure against the most sensitive point of her while she shook around it.
"Mmmph~!! 'Hnnngh'~!! Nnn—"
She collapsed.
Completely boneless, a string-cut thing, a single line of sweat running from her left temple through her jaw and off her chin to the sheet below.
Her thighs stopped shaking after a moment.
Her hands released the sheets.
