It’s a fight to the bitter end, keeping her eyes open the way she does. Tears leaking onto my hand. Crying out into my palm.
When it’s over, I make her feel it. Make her feel my fingers inside her. Make her feel the sweet, wet mess she made. I keep them deep inside her until the final shivers have subsided.
Only then do I ease them out.
Daphne mewls against my palm. I keep her mouth covered another few moments before I take it away.
Step back.
Look her up and down.
And leave her hanging there.