[She hums in response, happy and sated, at the trickle of warmth inside her. His weight is welcome, though soon, the sweat along both their bodies will cool and become sticky, but hell if Angela wants Jimmy to move. If he's in any shape like her, he probably can't right now. Wouldn't want to. Nothing better than to lie here in the afterglow, reaching up to twist with a rogue strand of his hair around her finger.]
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Wow.