[ Before she can respond to his gratitude, his mouth is back on hers. Would she even be able to form words? His boldness is driving her crazy in record time. She can't get over it. Him. Soundwave. Mister Grump, pictured next to the definition of "grumpy" in the dictionary, the grumpiest damn mech in all the universe...! had her moaning on a bed of flowers with others around them. If she knew this was how her day was going to end up...
But, because of who she's with, instead of being her usual loud self, she's doing her best to keep her noises contained. While he's being braver than she could've ever expected, she doesn't want to draw any unnecessary attention to them. Even with their mouths linked, it's a struggle. She's reactive. She can't help it. When every sensation feels like a perpetual new experience, it's all intense, no matter how soft. With him? He may as well be ramming her with his cock, as much as she's squirming against him.
Her kissing is quickly getting unfocused and sloppy, but she keeps persisting, working to clear enough brain power to grant him what those grinds tell her he desires. She's being her typical greedy self, though, getting caught up in the pleasure he's giving her and desperate for more. Instead, she's shoving at his hand insistently, jamming him against her increasingly wet panties. ]
Please. [ She whimpers it into a kiss, licking at each corner of his mouth for more tastes of him, then kisses and sucks her way down to his neck. ] Touch me harder.
[ On top of losing her fear of having sex in public, her idea of what sex should be keeps gradually shifting towards fast, hard, rough. As usual, the resort can be blamed for that. ]
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But, because of who she's with, instead of being her usual loud self, she's doing her best to keep her noises contained. While he's being braver than she could've ever expected, she doesn't want to draw any unnecessary attention to them. Even with their mouths linked, it's a struggle. She's reactive. She can't help it. When every sensation feels like a perpetual new experience, it's all intense, no matter how soft. With him? He may as well be ramming her with his cock, as much as she's squirming against him.
Her kissing is quickly getting unfocused and sloppy, but she keeps persisting, working to clear enough brain power to grant him what those grinds tell her he desires. She's being her typical greedy self, though, getting caught up in the pleasure he's giving her and desperate for more. Instead, she's shoving at his hand insistently, jamming him against her increasingly wet panties. ]
Please. [ She whimpers it into a kiss, licking at each corner of his mouth for more tastes of him, then kisses and sucks her way down to his neck. ] Touch me harder.
[ On top of losing her fear of having sex in public, her idea of what sex should be keeps gradually shifting towards fast, hard, rough. As usual, the resort can be blamed for that. ]