[Now she’s groaning, her hips giving a rather sharp buck once he starts his slow, vicious assault. She can’t help it - her hips keep moving, like her body is silently pleading him to do more, to finger her properly, to get her off.
Her breathing is so shallow, punctuated by the softest gasps of pleasure. Her head tilts to the side, and she leans in toward his hand as it brushes along her face.]
D-Don’t touch me like that.
[Her answer is weak, almost mumbled. What she’s saying and how she’s reacting to his advances definitely don’t match up.
Her mouth feels so dry. Her tongue darts out to lick her lips just a little before they part for the finger he’s resting there. There’s a shaky little sigh. It’s an open invitation. Clearly she doesn’t mind.]
no subject
Her breathing is so shallow, punctuated by the softest gasps of pleasure. Her head tilts to the side, and she leans in toward his hand as it brushes along her face.]
D-Don’t touch me like that.
[Her answer is weak, almost mumbled. What she’s saying and how she’s reacting to his advances definitely don’t match up.
Her mouth feels so dry. Her tongue darts out to lick her lips just a little before they part for the finger he’s resting there. There’s a shaky little sigh. It’s an open invitation. Clearly she doesn’t mind.]