Greta still jerked lightly from the aftershocks, her chest rose and fell unsteadily as she struggled to regain her breath. Holy Hera, had that really just happened? Quick survey of the two of them and their surroundings—yes, yes it had. Finding the whole night to have been surreal and far too difficult to comprehend for her orgasm-distracted brain, Greta let her head linger on the cold surface and laughed. Just laughed, because she didn't know what else to make of it. "Hell, that was—I can't believe we—" she broke off laughingly with a contented little hmm. "I'm not sure I can sit out there with a straight face."
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