[ They must be in sync. He knew how thankful she was. He knew what she'd answer with. Granted, she knows he's being mildly sassy with the finger thing, and he definitely gets a look for that, but it fades fast. Instead, she drinks up every warm feeling from the touch of his metal on her face. She's too wrapped up in happiness. Feeling special. So lov--liked...
She begins panting again once he uses that heady power he's stolen, pressing his fingers in bit by bit. The tease to her lips, then one, two, three. Her hands slam against the glass of his chest, quickly slipping lower from how slick they are. She moans loudly enough that some nearby birds fly away, squawking with distress. If she had her mind about her, she'd have laughed about it. There's only one mech lingering there in her head, however. Always giving her everything she wants. ]
Heaven...
[ She has to say that, since he can't read her mind, right? Because it's true. She moans loudly again as his fingers spread and jolt her with the same kind of pleasure his spike so wonderfully gives. And, as a sign of how firmly he's holding the power, she doesn't protest being pulled forward to squish her breasts around his spike. He can do whatever he wants. It's what she wants.
Well, as long as he does one more thing. ]
Can you--can you say it again?
[ He almost doesn't have to move her breasts, each heavy breath making them lightly rub up and down his spike. That's joined by every hard twitch of her entire body from his fingers shifting inside of her. ]
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She begins panting again once he uses that heady power he's stolen, pressing his fingers in bit by bit. The tease to her lips, then one, two, three. Her hands slam against the glass of his chest, quickly slipping lower from how slick they are. She moans loudly enough that some nearby birds fly away, squawking with distress. If she had her mind about her, she'd have laughed about it. There's only one mech lingering there in her head, however. Always giving her everything she wants. ]
Heaven...
[ She has to say that, since he can't read her mind, right? Because it's true. She moans loudly again as his fingers spread and jolt her with the same kind of pleasure his spike so wonderfully gives. And, as a sign of how firmly he's holding the power, she doesn't protest being pulled forward to squish her breasts around his spike. He can do whatever he wants. It's what she wants.
Well, as long as he does one more thing. ]
Can you--can you say it again?
[ He almost doesn't have to move her breasts, each heavy breath making them lightly rub up and down his spike. That's joined by every hard twitch of her entire body from his fingers shifting inside of her. ]
Tell me I'm beautiful...?