[The power's in his hand. Guess the best way to tame Monika is to be.. romantic. It helped that what he says is the truth rather than a lie. Sure, it's clunky, awkward, and it's plenty obvious Soundwave has zero experience in being flirty or romantic. Doesn't help that the inflections in his voice doesn't change all that much form his normal. Yet it worked against Monika... His softer tone tamed Monika.
His hand stays on her cheek to let her nuzzle on it some more, fingers giving her soft scritches on her cheek, along her jaw, under her chin.]
You're welcome.
[She doesn't need to say it. He can sense the appreciation from her. Her non-verbal answer gets a pleased hum out of his vents.]
I knew that would be your answer.
[And it wasn't because he read her mind. He just... Knew she would like for it too be that big. After all, it's the closest she'll get to something that's the size of his spike and she doesn't hide it that's what she wanted. To think he knows what she may be thinking without dwelling into her mind.... Is he that in sync with her?
Nevertheless, he finally gives Monika what she wants. He fingers press against hers mound, one finger rubs slowly against her outer lips in a slow growing pressure. To ease up her muscles so to grant him an easier entrance. Then, Three fingers, each digit larger than two of her dainty digits, presses against her entrance, prodding and prodding until all three are in.
There isn't any need to rush. And hopefully Monika isn't hoping for him to immediately start rough and plunge her in and out. Slow and steady, his fingers dig deep into Monika's pussy until it's impossible to go any deeper when she hits his knuckles. His fingers scissor her, pressing against her inner muscle, to pull more of her sweet voice.
His three fingers combined may not be able to beat the length of his spike? But the width? It's close enough to the real thing.
His hand on her cheek drops down to her neck, rubbing and tickling her nape gently. Then his hand smooths down to her upper arm and gently pulls her until her breasts are pressed against his throbbing spike.]
How do... My fingers feel? [He asks, fingers scissoring her inside once again, and his hand returning to cup at her cheek.]
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His hand stays on her cheek to let her nuzzle on it some more, fingers giving her soft scritches on her cheek, along her jaw, under her chin.]
You're welcome.
[She doesn't need to say it. He can sense the appreciation from her. Her non-verbal answer gets a pleased hum out of his vents.]
I knew that would be your answer.
[And it wasn't because he read her mind. He just... Knew she would like for it too be that big. After all, it's the closest she'll get to something that's the size of his spike and she doesn't hide it that's what she wanted. To think he knows what she may be thinking without dwelling into her mind.... Is he that in sync with her?
Nevertheless, he finally gives Monika what she wants. He fingers press against hers mound, one finger rubs slowly against her outer lips in a slow growing pressure. To ease up her muscles so to grant him an easier entrance. Then, Three fingers, each digit larger than two of her dainty digits, presses against her entrance, prodding and prodding until all three are in.
There isn't any need to rush. And hopefully Monika isn't hoping for him to immediately start rough and plunge her in and out. Slow and steady, his fingers dig deep into Monika's pussy until it's impossible to go any deeper when she hits his knuckles. His fingers scissor her, pressing against her inner muscle, to pull more of her sweet voice.
His three fingers combined may not be able to beat the length of his spike? But the width? It's close enough to the real thing.
His hand on her cheek drops down to her neck, rubbing and tickling her nape gently. Then his hand smooths down to her upper arm and gently pulls her until her breasts are pressed against his throbbing spike.]
How do... My fingers feel? [He asks, fingers scissoring her inside once again, and his hand returning to cup at her cheek.]