[She gets a growl from him at the teasing question. Only for him to whimper and pop again when she grinds against him. Oh, certainly there is noone here to judge the noises he makes. No one, but Monika. He isn't about to show he would easily fell just because she got a lucky hit on his sensitive spot.
Basking over the sound she made ends up being short-lived, as Monika hugging his spike gets another powerful, tingling shiver running down his body and yet again more stifling of his own noises. With a long huff of his vents, he looks down at her eyes. His spike throbs against her, and his fingers rub against her folds before he digs his hand under her panties, huffing a satisfied sound at her warm, wet pussy.
He wonders how much easily her pussy may slide on his spi--- Nope, no. Not thinking that!
Of course her words get to him easily. The tease earns a firmer pull of her nipple and then a harsh squeeze on her injured breast. There, she liked that, doesn't she? But soon, her nipple and breast gets a break, as his hand goes to tilt Monika's chin up with his finger, thumb brushing over her bottom lips, coaxing her eyes to stay on his visor. Then, he answers a question she asked earlier.]
You... are the most beautiful human I've met. That is what I wanted to say.
[Because calling someone bratty isn't the most romantic thing, right? No matter how much that label should rightfully be used on her! As for wanting to make love..... Alright, he'll admit that it's actually difficult to resist the temptation to make love with Monika. But! He'll find a compromise.]
Yes, but not in our...typical way.
[And what does he mean with that? Well, he's prodding her with his fingers, of course. That should be enough to tell how they are going to make love right at this moment, in this treehouse. No spiking! Only fingering!]
Two, or... three? [Fingers, he means. He presses two digit against her wet pussy first, then three fingers before going back to two, deliberately teasing her with a bigger option. Hmmm, he can't decide himself.]
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Basking over the sound she made ends up being short-lived, as Monika hugging his spike gets another powerful, tingling shiver running down his body and yet again more stifling of his own noises. With a long huff of his vents, he looks down at her eyes. His spike throbs against her, and his fingers rub against her folds before he digs his hand under her panties, huffing a satisfied sound at her warm, wet pussy.
He wonders how much easily her pussy may slide on his spi--- Nope, no. Not thinking that!
Of course her words get to him easily. The tease earns a firmer pull of her nipple and then a harsh squeeze on her injured breast. There, she liked that, doesn't she? But soon, her nipple and breast gets a break, as his hand goes to tilt Monika's chin up with his finger, thumb brushing over her bottom lips, coaxing her eyes to stay on his visor. Then, he answers a question she asked earlier.]
You... are the most beautiful human I've met. That is what I wanted to say.
[Because calling someone bratty isn't the most romantic thing, right? No matter how much that label should rightfully be used on her! As for wanting to make love..... Alright, he'll admit that it's actually difficult to resist the temptation to make love with Monika. But! He'll find a compromise.]
Yes, but not in our...typical way.
[And what does he mean with that? Well, he's prodding her with his fingers, of course. That should be enough to tell how they are going to make love right at this moment, in this treehouse. No spiking! Only fingering!]
Two, or... three? [Fingers, he means. He presses two digit against her wet pussy first, then three fingers before going back to two, deliberately teasing her with a bigger option. Hmmm, he can't decide himself.]