Thank you

After that first muttered word Miranda and you are both silent for a while, the only sound your combined ragged breathing and panting as you recover from your vigorous exercise. She eventually finds the air to continue, looking over her shoulder, her hair clinging to her face as she says "Thank you, John." She sounds truly grateful, like you just donated an organ to her.

You're too out of breath to say anything just yet, instead you give Mirandas ass a squeeze before pushing yourself back up on to the couch. You lean your head back on the couches soft cushion and try to catch your breath, but even as you do you feel a slender hand slide up your thigh. You open your eyes and glance down to see Miranda, resting her head on your leg while her fingers toy with your limp dick. Without moving her hand from your crotch Miranda lifts herself up to sit next to you and rests her head on your shoulder.

"Thank you for fucking my ass" Miranda whispers into your ear as she nuzzles your neck affectionately, her hand not occupied with your dick tracing circles on your chest. You have no idea what to say to a thank you like that so you stay quiet while she caresses you, content to enjoy the moment. Suddenly her hand grips you dick and strokes your sensitive shaft gently. "Well, what should we do now?" she asks, with mischief in her voice.