Let go slowly but caress her arm quickly as you lose contact

She begins to feel you let go but squeezes you gently one more time before releasing you.

You look into her eyes and casually stroke her arm. Her eyes are green and bright and vibrant. Not that you haven't noticed that before.

You want so bad to go pleasure yourself in the bathroom now. That hug has you reeling with feeling that is dealing you a blow way down below. Fucking poetry. What the fuck are you thinking?