<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"My love, you exceeded any expectations I could ever place upon you," Cameron murmured, dropping a kiss to her forehead and following it with a deep one to her lips.  "If you are certain of her discretion -- there is nothing I would like more than to stay."<br/>
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He still had not pulled away -- was visibly reluctant to do so.  "Never before have I been so... so proud, to see a woman wet with my spend," he whispered.  "And were you not likely tired and sore, I might enjoy very much seeing it from up close... perhaps to clean you with my tongue."  He nuzzled into her neck and then finally withdrew his nearly soft cock from her warm embrace, shifting onto his back next to her and immediately pulling her to him.  "I will guard your sleep," he promised solemnly.  "If you promise to do the same to mine... for I have been nearly as wary of slumber."  He kissed the top of her head and smoothed his hand down her spine.  "It seems much less daunting with you in my arms.  Most things do."</span></span>