The aftermath

Lauren lies there panting while her pussy continues to twitch as the pleasurable aftershocks keep rippling through her plush body.

Her mind is a muddle, and her belly still feels like it is full of butterflies.

No one has ever made her feel this way before. Although that's arguably because all her body issues and personal hang-ups have always kept her from getting close to anyone.

Still...

Lauren stares off into space, completely blissed-out and without a single care in the world.

She doesn't even notice when Dennis finally extricates his face from paradise and stops holding on to her.

Meanwhile, her chubby, naked, small-penised accomplice just squats there, utterly dumbfounded.

Lauren's juices have gotten all over his face and in his hair, and the taste of her is clinging to his tongue and lips.

It's sweet yet tangy, like a mix of... maple syrup and chicken? No... sort of like...

Dennis absent-mindedly licks his lips and then freezes. His face burns red as he realizes what he's doing. He thinks for a moment that he should be grossed out by what Lauren just did to him... shouldn't he?

But... it does taste good... And that smell...

He looks down at the dazed, smiling Lauren. His heart is pounding and he soon becomes aware that his painfully erect cock is throbbing to the same rhythm. He wants more. So much more. He's been on edge for practically this whole debacle, but this... this is too much. His hand slowly goes to stroke his less-than-impressive manhood, but as he looks at the divine sight in front of him, he knows that won't be enough.

"Lauren...?" Dennis finally manages to ask after leering at her for so long.

"Uh huh," Lauren merely mumbles as she rolls onto her side, letting the warm sun dance across her pale, sweaty skin.

Dennis's own head is swimming.

"I... can I... I-I mean..." he stutters and stammers.

He's never really been with anyone else either.

Lauren slowly starts to come around as her mind-melting high finally starts to fade. She looks over at him and sees the condition he's in.

She quickly sits up, her own face as red as a tomato.

"Oh god!" She gasps before quickly covering her small tits with one arm and then shielding her pussy with her other hand.

The wet, squelching sound of her hand slapping against her still-sensitive (and still very needy!) cunny echoes around them.

"You... I..." a swirl of emotions overwhelm Lauren as she realizes what just happened... and who it happened with.