Translations:Codex: My Romantic Encounter/49/en

They collapse onto the bed, now tied together on both ends, fighting for breath. No words crop up between the two of them; senses long since washed away. Hells, Perdita herself seemed fairly certain she could taste it on the back of her tongue. It turns out the knot is mashed permanently against her prostate, milking watery aftershocks out of Perdita every time Terri takes a deep breath.