She swallows hard and lets out a heavy pant as she slowly comes down from the intense pleasure, her hips still grinding in instinctively —

"Fuck," she swears, "Yes, more —" 

Sable moans as she swallows what little escapes Ava's cock as she comes, deeply pleased with her progress. Then she presses in a little firmer with her fingertips, keeping up the pace of her swirling tongue and bobbing head, briefly pulling off her cock with a pop and a gasp before grinning and plunging back down for more. Every motion heated and eager, enveloping Ava's cock in wet heat and steady attention.

And Ava comes to one final, weaker orgasm, letting out another breathy gasp...

And then lets out a heavy sigh and pets Sable softly, gently nudging her off her cock, her breath slowly stilling. 

"Fuck," she murmurs. "That was... wow."

She giggles a little and grins hugely. 

Sable grins and licks her lips, sliding up Ava's body to snuggle against her. "That was very yum. Love giving you a good time like that, sweetheart."

She blushes and snuggles in close. "Love being given a great time like that." She giggles and nestles in against Sable. "Love you, you huge dork. Dork within a dork. Dork-in-a-box-made-of-other-dorks." 

She laughs delightedly and nods. "Matryoshka dork," she agrees with a kiss.

The day proceeds normally from there: the Pirates work from home, Ava writes, meals are eaten, girls are snuggled.

Life is pretty good.

And late in the evening, Ava sets her glasses on her bedside table, and curls up to sleep once more.