[ An unreasonable request? She laughs. Their sense of time together is a clusterfuck, but he has to know by now just how unreasonable she is. It's kind of her thing, especially with him. It's what happens when anyone lets her get away with her nonsense. However, while Soundwave is one of those unfortunate souls that has the bear the brunt of her worst, he's also incredibly skilled at countering her in certain ways. In this case, it's surprising her into temporary submission when he ends the struggle of undressing and poofs away his bodysuit. In her eyes, that is supremely bold. Under all her increasing levels of crazy, he's amazing her. Like always.
And...from this angle, who else but her could know what he's done? Little Miss Selfish is utterly thrilled at having him all to herself, especially in public where voyeurs were always looking for fresh opportunities to get free entertainment. Once again today, they're denied. He's all hers. Just Monika's.
There's no stopping it. She's going to ruin a lot of fabric soon. She's given up any efforts to tease him with her hands, instead letting them fall to her sides to clutch the blanket. It conveniently serves another purpose, anyhow, of limiting how much stimulation he's directly getting from her. That's sure to get him needier. Furthermore, she holds off on responding to him. She soaks up all the attention, all the pleasure, giving him full access to bite, taste, touch. She's biding her time. Waiting for the right moment. Right when she's on the brink of informing a decent number of people around them of what he's doing to her.
Her hips have completely lifted up off the ground a few times, her body tensing, trembling. With nearly every thrust, her walls clamp down on his fingers, wanting to keep him inside. Everyone gets a preview of the coming attraction when his nail bites into her clit, the stab of pain solidifying how much she wants to ruin this poor mech. Her nipples roll with his, and she almost wishes she were just as bared as he was, but there's no time. Almost, almost...
There. He gives her what she wants. Wow, that unreasonable request is suddenly reasonable! She knew he'd get there in the end somehow. ]
That's Lord Monika to you, you hunk of junk.
[ Bite hard? Okay, then. After nudging his jacket aside to expose enough skin, her teeth clamp down with every ounce of strength she can muster. There'll be no consideration about leaving marks on her end, because it's not as if this will threaten his life. So she bites until sweet blood hits her tongue, until it's oozing down her chin in thick ropes. That gives her the final thing she needed for this to be perfect, and she quakes under him, the first wave of her orgasm striking. As that happens, she yanks his head back by his hair, giving a demented grin through the glow of him on her face. ]
By the way--ahh--whatever you get from me? You're...begging for it.
[ Finally, she allows herself to moan, then drags him back in to shut herself up by sinking her teeth into his lower neck. But she's not the only one getting soaked. As promised, his hand and jacket are getting shot with spray after spray of the juices he craves so dearly. Such a generous tyrant, isn't she? ]
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And...from this angle, who else but her could know what he's done? Little Miss Selfish is utterly thrilled at having him all to herself, especially in public where voyeurs were always looking for fresh opportunities to get free entertainment. Once again today, they're denied. He's all hers. Just Monika's.
There's no stopping it. She's going to ruin a lot of fabric soon. She's given up any efforts to tease him with her hands, instead letting them fall to her sides to clutch the blanket. It conveniently serves another purpose, anyhow, of limiting how much stimulation he's directly getting from her. That's sure to get him needier. Furthermore, she holds off on responding to him. She soaks up all the attention, all the pleasure, giving him full access to bite, taste, touch. She's biding her time. Waiting for the right moment. Right when she's on the brink of informing a decent number of people around them of what he's doing to her.
Her hips have completely lifted up off the ground a few times, her body tensing, trembling. With nearly every thrust, her walls clamp down on his fingers, wanting to keep him inside. Everyone gets a preview of the coming attraction when his nail bites into her clit, the stab of pain solidifying how much she wants to ruin this poor mech. Her nipples roll with his, and she almost wishes she were just as bared as he was, but there's no time. Almost, almost...
There. He gives her what she wants. Wow, that unreasonable request is suddenly reasonable! She knew he'd get there in the end somehow. ]
That's Lord Monika to you, you hunk of junk.
[ Bite hard? Okay, then. After nudging his jacket aside to expose enough skin, her teeth clamp down with every ounce of strength she can muster. There'll be no consideration about leaving marks on her end, because it's not as if this will threaten his life. So she bites until sweet blood hits her tongue, until it's oozing down her chin in thick ropes. That gives her the final thing she needed for this to be perfect, and she quakes under him, the first wave of her orgasm striking. As that happens, she yanks his head back by his hair, giving a demented grin through the glow of him on her face. ]
By the way--ahh--whatever you get from me? You're...begging for it.
[ Finally, she allows herself to moan, then drags him back in to shut herself up by sinking her teeth into his lower neck. But she's not the only one getting soaked. As promised, his hand and jacket are getting shot with spray after spray of the juices he craves so dearly. Such a generous tyrant, isn't she? ]