Saja shivered and her hands squeezed on Petra's shoulders in urgency, her strength slowly draining away too as she fought against screaming, the tight damp heat showing her quickly mounting need, her body's tremble rising her up to arch some, her wild grinding riding causing the shlicking noise to rise in pace and loudness for a moment, trembling at the feel of being parted so, that warm pussy squeezing up on Petra's cock with every drop down onto it.<br/><br/>Small blush on her face, a rosy colour from their shared moment or embarrassment at the thought of being caught, Saja moaned in barely whispering tone, trying to swallow her voice down, the wet pussylips smacking on Petra's crotch as she paused, trembling. Feeling Petra's hands help her, she gasped, the last tree slams having her hips bucking lightly, she had a long draw of breath and curled her toes hands tensing on Petra's shoulders so her nails almost sank into the gunslinger's skin. The damp heat feeling as if it was trying to strangle Petra's shaft, she let out a loud moan against Petra's shoulder, barely muffled at all, shuddering nad panting, her warm, soft breast trembling against Petra's lips, her heart racing but a dreamy smile across her lips.<br/><br/>As the tremors came to a slow pace, Saja panted a little and looked at Petra's face, brushing her own hair back a little and smiling. "Mmh. Ohh. Yes. I'm. good." She still let out short breaths, smiling but trembling as she replied to Petra. Caressing the woman's cheek, her hair had gotten a bit messy from the wilder riding, but if someone didn't get to see under her skirt they might not know what the woman had been upto, their indiscretions seeming to have passed unnoticed.<br/><br/>The kitchen's side seemed quiet at the time, other than the distant sound of something slowly being mixed, and the scent of food being readied. "I might have to make a habit of this. With the right person." Saja smirked, and pet Petra's shoulder and cheek, slowly trying to get up, seeming a bit unsure on her feet at first though. Pausing before the shaft slipped free of her though, she searched her pockets for a bit of white cloth, a hankerchief, that she reached under her skirt to wipe over the surroundings of the shaft's path, and moving to cover her mound once the shaft came out. A definite redness on her cheeks as she did. "I'll never get this clean." She said awkwardly. "I will have to get another one to clean my face with while I work." She said embarrassedly, but smirking.<br/><br/>Rising up, she stepped a bit back, one hand still under her skirt, moving a few steps back. On the floor before Petra white cloth of simple but elegant white knickers, complete with a small damp spot.