[It's the variations that do it. Tryse gasps sharply, cries out, and shudders heavily, arching up against Aloy's hand. She cries out again and her chiton's staining grows larger as the orgasm wreaks through her, setting her brain on fire with pleasure.
Afterwards, she goes limp, whimpering at the continued sensations, but too blitzed by her own orgasm to put words to her protest.]
Re: [TRYSE] Turn 5 - Square 13
Afterwards, she goes limp, whimpering at the continued sensations, but too blitzed by her own orgasm to put words to her protest.]