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Her mouth went slack around Ward. Her arms buckled. Nothing could hold her up anymore. She slipped away from Ward, straight for the ground. Her forehead struck the floorboard with a hollow thunk. The impact scattered her vision into pieces. Her cheek pressed against the cold wood, one arm twisted beneath her. She couldn't breathe. Her mouth had been full for so long that her lungs had forgotten the typical sequence. A sound came out like a broken toy's squeak. The light fixture overhead was blurry. She could taste blood where her teeth had clipped the inside of her cheek. Just try to breathe. Her body didn't listen. Another rasping sound. Her fingers scratched against the floor. The wood grain pressed into knuckles. Somewhere far away, someone was saying something.

"Shit, did she..."

"Head pretty hard..."

"...she's breathing, look, what's the big..."

Was she? She looked down at herself without moving her head. Her chest was indeed rising and falling. Mina's hand touched her cheek, turning her face. Izzy's eyes fluttered open against her will. Mina loomed above her with her phone in her hand. The red light was still blinking. "There you are. You with me?"

Izzy's throat produced a click in answer.

Mina's thumb traced her lower lip. Izzy's mouth opened. "Good girl," Mina murmured. And then she fed Izzy her fingers. Izzy tasted herself. Her tongue moved automatically. It was obvious what her friend needed her to do, wasn't it? It swept between Mina's fingers to clean the knuckles. The phone watched her do it. "That's it, every last drop. You're not wasteful, are you, Izzy?"

She shook her head. The floor lurched. Mina's fingers popped out of her mouth. Izzy lay there with tongue extended, like she was a dog overheating on a summer day. Slowly, she pulled it back into her mouth. Her head pounded where it had struck the floor. Her throat ached. Between her legs, her pussy was pulsing. Mina pulled her hand back, then wiped her fingers clean of spit on the skin of Izzy's ass. "Much better," she said.