Pearl's thighs instinctively clamp around Garnet's hip, and she whimpers both at the dizzying pressure it brings and the mortifying realization that oh god, she's staining her.

"I did," she whimpers, breathing in with a sniff. Between her ass spanked red and raw, her pinched-hard nipples pressed up to Garnet's chest, and the side of her neck pulsing frantic around the forming bruise, every inch of Pearl's skin feels like it's on fire. She can't quite catch her breath, even with Garnet's mouth no longer on hers -- it comes out in gasps and wheezes, seizing her chest in uneven heaves. "I-I'm sorry-- I'm sorry."