The moment had been exhilarating.   As Bendial would pump his cum into her at the height of her climax.   Quenching or fanning the fires that burned within her at the moment.   Either or supposition would apply in content.    Letting the after glow that fills her.  As she lays sprawled on the table still.    With your pulling out,  a soft gasp is given.   As she feels the coolness of the stale air rush in to fill the void.     Her legs slipping to drop hanging over the side.<br/><br/>As much as she like to just lay sprawled like she is on the table.    She will need to get up.   Her gaze would shift up to meet yours with that last thought.   She offer a smile up to you.   As she fellows your gaze that looks down to her now swollen puffy vulva area.<br/><br/><em>"I take it I am leaving a puddle."</em>She would suddenly comment as if she already knew the answer, that she is indeed doing such.