It was a shame. Because what he was doing actually felt really lovely. Had she not had standards and morals and all that jazz, Bridget might've been inclined to go reproduce that feeling over and over again. But she did, and she wasn't. She'd just have to enjoy it now, I guess.
"Fuck," she mumbled, as he moved down her body. It felt so nice, she just couldn't hold it in. And Bridget wasn't one to curse, either.