You were just the brute she was looking for

Sated and gasping, you slump on her, stroking her face as you do. She pulls her panties out of her mouth and nuzzles your fingers, her breathing heavy, her eyes half lidded and wanton.

"You brute," she breathes. "You utter brute."

"Are you sorry?" you ask, wondering if she's having second thoughts.

"You know I'm not. It was exactly what I wanted. God, I'm such a slut sometimes. You fucked my brains out, you beautiful brute."

"I'm feeling a little brainless myself," you say softly. "That was incredible."

"Maybe you spurted all your brains up my pussy," she chuckles. "Let me up now. We've got another meeting soon and I can't go to it looking like I've been fucking like a bitch in heat."

When you stand up and pull out of her she gives a little sigh before rising. She looks at the panties she holds in her hand and with a teasing smile pushes them into your shirt pocket and leans up to kiss you softly. "As Miss Newton said, keep these for your collection Dean Hawkfeather. Now I'm going to borrow your bathroom to freshen up."

With another smile she picks up her skirt and slides open your bedroom door, giving a twitch of her rump as she turns towards your bathroom.