[ After all those lovely reactions, she closes her mouth and swallows him down as a reward. There's a lot she could say. It's scary. It's amazing. It's sweet. It's something she probably shouldn't be ingesting. What to choose, what to choose? The obvious choice is...saying none of the above and leaving him in the dark! ]

Mm?

[ Sorry. Mouth's full again. While it's overwhelming to have such a large hand cradling her head, she's taking all the petting to mean she should keep sampling him. There's no way the head of his spike is going to fit in her mouth, but that doesn't seem to be stopping her from jamming her mouth onto him somehow. Her lips close over one part, then move to another, up, under, above...then she focuses a good deal at the tip, dipping her tongue in to gather up more of the sweet, oily taste of him.

Delicious. Delicious is the answer he's looking for, even if this feels so forbidden. He must think the same about the pleasure of it all, if his avatar is anything to go by. She can't see much over her shoulder, not with her attention so deeply set on the mech side of him. It's easy enough to sense, though--the trickle of saliva, the way his head hangs. Again, all her doing.

Monika gently slides the avatar's hands back to free her breasts after an appreciative pat to his hair. She's getting another awful idea. ]

Tell me. How does this feel? Familiar, maybe?

[ As she goes in for another taste, her chest pushes up against his lower shaft just so, thanks to her hands squeezing her breasts upward to cushion him. Not too hard. Just enough. Wouldn't want to overwhelm him. Ah, if only all that lube of his wasn't making it awfully easy to glide the soft mounds along his length. ]

It might be fun to see if you could fit between them this time. [ Her head dips for a fresh taste of him, a glowing trail running down her chin as she looks up. ] What do you think?

[ She's being a tease, but she's thoughtful about it this time. She's changed so much already. ]