Note's equally elloquint reply let Doxi know that she had nothing to worry about in terms of sounding foolish.  "Brughghhhhhuhhh" she sighed as the two of them rolled over slightly so that they were spooning.  Doxi's hard futacock was squeezed tightly inside Note's ass, as if the woman was trying to milk every last drop of her seed.  But after a while, easily ten minutes of just panting and resting and recovering her breath, she relaxed just enough to let Doxi's soft futacock slide from beneath her cheeks.  She murmered, "Let me show you one of the best things about a bed this size."<br/><br/>Then keeping her ass clenched tightly, as if saving every drop of Doxi's gift inside of her, she simply rolled, still bound, to a section of the bed that wasn't matted down with girljizz and sweat and drool.  She gestured for Doxi to join her, and let her head rest on the silks, her heart still beating quite hard.  "I haven't had a good hard fuck like that in years," Note finally admitted.  "You may have turned me on the whole futacock thing."