[ As much as she wants to better pleasure him, it's quickly becoming impossible to split her focus sufficiently enough to do so. His fingers may not be his spike, but she's learning very, very well that they're a fine substitute. The fact that he's being rougher is solidifying that. Sometimes she likes when he's soft and gentle with her. When they make love? For some reason, she wants to see his wilder side. It all goes back to feeling special. Who else can see this side of Soundwave but her? Only she makes him let go so beautifully.
But she's falling apart, too. Flushed, sweaty, increasingly sore under the building heat in her abdomen. His hand must be soaked, and she wonders if these panties will survive beyond today. Hell, was it even worth it to get undressed? His lube's coating the front of her body. Precum's leaking past her lips, dripping onto her breasts and down further, no matter how much she tries to keep it in. Blame that on every pop of his she hears making her moan intensely enough that it spurts out.
...Wait. She lifts her mouth, spit and more pre sliding down her chin and neck as she gawks upward. ]
Should I move?
[ He made a big deal about this! She got undressed and--he said she was--! She sputters and makes some effort to move, but she can't while trapped on his fingers. Her moans are full volume again, freely coming out now that her mouth is unencumbered. That sexy LED light's getting brighter. But they have plans! She has to be good! ]
S-S-Soundwave, you're going to--!
[ Lovers look out for one another, right? It's about balance! But with how her body's slipping and sliding against his spike, she's probably doing something more like encouraging them to achieve his goal of climaxing at the same time.
Crap crap crap. She's teetering. Almost there. And he's making so many amazing noises, making her twitch and throb and clamp down on his hand as it pumps inside of her. Crap crap crap. ]
I'm--don't!
[ This poor tree house is about to get destroyed, isn't it? ]
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But she's falling apart, too. Flushed, sweaty, increasingly sore under the building heat in her abdomen. His hand must be soaked, and she wonders if these panties will survive beyond today. Hell, was it even worth it to get undressed? His lube's coating the front of her body. Precum's leaking past her lips, dripping onto her breasts and down further, no matter how much she tries to keep it in. Blame that on every pop of his she hears making her moan intensely enough that it spurts out.
...Wait. She lifts her mouth, spit and more pre sliding down her chin and neck as she gawks upward. ]
Should I move?
[ He made a big deal about this! She got undressed and--he said she was--! She sputters and makes some effort to move, but she can't while trapped on his fingers. Her moans are full volume again, freely coming out now that her mouth is unencumbered. That sexy LED light's getting brighter. But they have plans! She has to be good! ]
S-S-Soundwave, you're going to--!
[ Lovers look out for one another, right? It's about balance! But with how her body's slipping and sliding against his spike, she's probably doing something more like encouraging them to achieve his goal of climaxing at the same time.
Crap crap crap. She's teetering. Almost there. And he's making so many amazing noises, making her twitch and throb and clamp down on his hand as it pumps inside of her. Crap crap crap. ]
I'm--don't!
[ This poor tree house is about to get destroyed, isn't it? ]