[He almost nodded again to her order of no more movements, just barely catching himself enough to just give her a thumbs up as he tries to focus on staying still. Damn, he's been injured a lot, but never quite...his neck. This fucking blows—but he doesn't blame her, and he's also not mad about it really.
If anything, it should be a mark of pride, and it kind of is. How many dudes can say in all honesty they ate their girl out so good she might have broken their neck with her thighs? Not many!!
But man, he'd have watched her walk off in the nude if he could, but instead he's just left waiting there uselessly. Once she does return and hands him that makeshift ice pack, he takes it and places it on his neck. Gingerly...carefully...]
...I dunno, I think I'll be fine for tonight.
[He says, after continuously making himself suffer mere moments ago by barely moving at all. Idiot.]
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If anything, it should be a mark of pride, and it kind of is. How many dudes can say in all honesty they ate their girl out so good she might have broken their neck with her thighs? Not many!!
But man, he'd have watched her walk off in the nude if he could, but instead he's just left waiting there uselessly. Once she does return and hands him that makeshift ice pack, he takes it and places it on his neck. Gingerly...carefully...]
...I dunno, I think I'll be fine for tonight.
[He says, after continuously making himself suffer mere moments ago by barely moving at all. Idiot.]
The ice'll probably do the trick.