[ Uh-oh, someone noticed she was being extra naughty! What's he going to do, punish her for it?
No. Of course not. She knows he likes it. Like-loves it, even! This knowledge only worsens her behavior. Someday, it'll fully sink in for him that she sincerely enjoys being a jerk more than he ever does. Also, her jerkishness? Quite intentional. So, she has to make this worse, right? ]
Haha. What? Did you say something...?
[ He's obviously trying to keep quiet. What a dummy! Who's around to hear them? Who's going to judge, the birds? If anything, she's owed noises from him for how much he's made her suffer by denying some spiking. Her pleasure's becoming almost an afterthought, her determination to tease him into oblivion taking over. That is, until he moves one of his hands.
Monika freezes, then more sounds than she was already making crawl up and out of her throat, and she wraps both arms around his spike as if that'll keep her from tipping backwards. Who knows--it might, as big as it is. Really, though, is he a mind reader? Are they that in sync? This must be a sign of how well he knows her...
Caught up in fresh new pleasure, she looks up at his visor, imagining she's staring into the two "eyes" she saw before. The metal against her folds feels hotter than ever, and she's finding it difficult to choose which to press herself against more. His spike? His fingers? She moans, again and again, making a bigger mess of herself when more of her body falls against him. Did he think she was going to come out of this without making a mess? How optimistic of him.
She needs to work on breathing again, so she shifts focus to using her hands while her mouth and jaw get a short respite. His sensitive spot gets plenty of attention, of course, but now she can try to find others with her deft fingers, poking and prodding, swirling and tapping. And once she's vaguely got the brain power again, her grinding gets harder and faster, warring with his metal fingers while they're toying with her cunt. He is not staying quiet. She refuses to let it happen, especially when those popping noises have returned. She knows what those mean. ]
Does this mean you want to make love to me now~?
[ The respite means she can fully talk again. (With a tiny lisp from how numb her lips have gotten, but that's nothing to worry about.) He won't mind it if it means she can tease him in her favorite way. If it makes him retaliate with harder squeezing? Bonus! ]
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No. Of course not. She knows he likes it. Like-loves it, even! This knowledge only worsens her behavior. Someday, it'll fully sink in for him that she sincerely enjoys being a jerk more than he ever does. Also, her jerkishness? Quite intentional. So, she has to make this worse, right? ]
Haha. What? Did you say something...?
[ He's obviously trying to keep quiet. What a dummy! Who's around to hear them? Who's going to judge, the birds? If anything, she's owed noises from him for how much he's made her suffer by denying some spiking. Her pleasure's becoming almost an afterthought, her determination to tease him into oblivion taking over. That is, until he moves one of his hands.
Monika freezes, then more sounds than she was already making crawl up and out of her throat, and she wraps both arms around his spike as if that'll keep her from tipping backwards. Who knows--it might, as big as it is. Really, though, is he a mind reader? Are they that in sync? This must be a sign of how well he knows her...
Caught up in fresh new pleasure, she looks up at his visor, imagining she's staring into the two "eyes" she saw before. The metal against her folds feels hotter than ever, and she's finding it difficult to choose which to press herself against more. His spike? His fingers? She moans, again and again, making a bigger mess of herself when more of her body falls against him. Did he think she was going to come out of this without making a mess? How optimistic of him.
She needs to work on breathing again, so she shifts focus to using her hands while her mouth and jaw get a short respite. His sensitive spot gets plenty of attention, of course, but now she can try to find others with her deft fingers, poking and prodding, swirling and tapping. And once she's vaguely got the brain power again, her grinding gets harder and faster, warring with his metal fingers while they're toying with her cunt. He is not staying quiet. She refuses to let it happen, especially when those popping noises have returned. She knows what those mean. ]
Does this mean you want to make love to me now~?
[ The respite means she can fully talk again. (With a tiny lisp from how numb her lips have gotten, but that's nothing to worry about.) He won't mind it if it means she can tease him in her favorite way. If it makes him retaliate with harder squeezing? Bonus! ]