[ She almost wants to ask why one breast is getting favored over the other. Are they both not amazing tits, deserving of equal fondling? He's so concerned about being gentle when obviously she can take a beating! So what if there's a cut healing on one...oh. This coward! The littlest, tiniest wound, and he thinks he needs to hold back!
Complaining can't happen just yet. He is getting rougher with the uninjured breast, and the pinches to the nipple on her injured one are satisfying her request perfectly. She shivers and squirms plenty enough for the both of them as the pain melts into pleasurable stinging. If only she could convince him to move one of his hands lower and take over with stroking her clit. Even better, he could use his fingers as mini spikes, fucking into her good and deep without worries.
Oh.
She's, ah. She's not rubbing her clit anymore. Not directly. She's instead grinding against the lower half of his spike now. Oops? Pay it no mind! He's feeling good, isn't he? And she's found a great spot to focus on! He can't complain if the spike isn't inside of her!
Besides, with that hand unhindered again, she can stroke all sides of him, pulling out more of his squirms. It's also no surprise that she keeps attacking the sensitive part of his spike with rapid flicks of her tongue, shifting to close her mouth entirely over that, managing a few snickers as she does so. More, he asks, so more he gets. In fact...
Another snicker, then she wraps a leg around the lower half of his spike, something that allows her to grind more of her soft skin against him. Again, he's not inside of her, and she's making no attempts to change that! He can't complain, not even about whatever mess she gets on her. After all, she took off her clothes as requested. He can't say a single solitary thing about what she's doing!
But he can squirm. He can make more noises. He can show her the things no one else gets to see. She won't be happy until she gets everything. ]
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Complaining can't happen just yet. He is getting rougher with the uninjured breast, and the pinches to the nipple on her injured one are satisfying her request perfectly. She shivers and squirms plenty enough for the both of them as the pain melts into pleasurable stinging. If only she could convince him to move one of his hands lower and take over with stroking her clit. Even better, he could use his fingers as mini spikes, fucking into her good and deep without worries.
Oh.
She's, ah. She's not rubbing her clit anymore. Not directly. She's instead grinding against the lower half of his spike now. Oops? Pay it no mind! He's feeling good, isn't he? And she's found a great spot to focus on! He can't complain if the spike isn't inside of her!
Besides, with that hand unhindered again, she can stroke all sides of him, pulling out more of his squirms. It's also no surprise that she keeps attacking the sensitive part of his spike with rapid flicks of her tongue, shifting to close her mouth entirely over that, managing a few snickers as she does so. More, he asks, so more he gets. In fact...
Another snicker, then she wraps a leg around the lower half of his spike, something that allows her to grind more of her soft skin against him. Again, he's not inside of her, and she's making no attempts to change that! He can't complain, not even about whatever mess she gets on her. After all, she took off her clothes as requested. He can't say a single solitary thing about what she's doing!
But he can squirm. He can make more noises. He can show her the things no one else gets to see. She won't be happy until she gets everything. ]