As he finished, the feel of his hot liquid seed spilling into her she moaned and quivered. Laying there panting and sweaty, she whimpered softly with each exhale, her body trembling against him. She felt his hand on her breast and a tiny surge of pleasure swept over her, just enough to end their plight with comfort.<br/><br/>She rolled over and looked at him with sleepy, yet very satisfied eyes and she smiled at him gently. She placed her hand on his cheek and leaned in and kissed ever so tenderly on the lips. Her soft mouth against his, caressing his made her feel this was what was meant to happen all along. She didn't say anything, but softly started humming a song that her father sung to her mother. It was soft, gentle and filled with emotion. She didn't seem to care if he liked her or only wanted her for her food, cleaning and for release purposes, she was feeling something, and that was enough for her. Her voice was sweet and tender, gentle as the fallen snow and it filled the room with a comfortable ambiance.<br/><br/>She held him close, humming and gently caressing his shoulder as they lay there, wrapped in each other's embrace and coated with the evidence of their experience. She'd like to do that again soon, and hoped he did too. No thoughts of anyone else or anything else was in her mind at all. All she thought of was what they'd done, and how they were at the moment.