𝙼𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚕 𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚏𝚎

It's hard to say what proves to be Meryl's undoing. Somewhere between the vibrations of that moan and the careful brushing against her clit, she goes tumbling over the edge. By some small miracle she doesn't cry out. Instead, her back arches upward in desperation, while her chest heaves with faint little gasps, each punctuated by a very faint ah.

There are so many stars in the sky. And all at once, they duplicate as pleasure pulsates through her. For a span of seconds that lasts nearly an eternity, Meryl feels blank. Hollowed out, and filled only with pleasure and satisfaction.

Eventually her body lowers back to the ground, but it still twitches with the occasional flood of warmth.