She gasped at his climax, the pressure and feeling of his throbbing member pushing his seed into her caused a second orgasm, smaller than the first but no less enjoyable. Her head fell back as she held onto his broad shoulders to keep her from falling back. A song like moan escaped her. San pulled herself back to look at him, the realization of how rock hard he still was crossed her face. “Oh, Sheriff.” She smirked, brushing her hand across his hair and down the side of his face. Her hips slid along him gruelingly slow, “You are a humble man. ‘Good stamina’?” She brushed her lips over his. “I think you undersold yourself.”
Her hands ran over his firm chest, caressing his large muscles. Perhaps she was attracted to the stinger men because she assumed they could handle her. Give her a run for her money. While she didn’t judge men who weren’t as strong as her- most men weren’t- there was something to be said about a man who challenged her.