This time, Han pulled out successfully, just making sure that his seed went, well... anywhere else. Since they'd romped their way to the edge of the robe, he just shot his spurts out to the side, and then he ran out of steam.
Using his last vestiges of energy, he raised his arms and wrapped them around Yun. He kissed her forehead, and licked her sweat off of his lips.
"Gods... We sure made our last loud fuck count...: