She absolutely was and Hyacinthe had no regrets. Let it linger a bit, let her feel it under her clothing for the next few days, even after he was gone.

"Ah yes!" Hyacinthe groaned, feeling her convulse around him, her muscles fluttering all around his length. Even if he'd wanted to last longer, it would have been impossible with the way Xanthippe felt on his phallus.

He emptied himself deep her, the latex of the condom muting the heat, and then slumped over her, leaning down to kiss her, slow and lazy.