[Rin is sure to egg him on as best she can. Positioning herself between his legs while holding the collection cup like if she were awaiting for an offering from him. Those bright blue eyes focus on his face as her smile refuses to fade, and she licks her lips to push him even more.]

On you, specifically? The way your expression scrunches up when you get close, how your cheeks almost get close to matching your hair, and with all that red? I like how your eyes stand out in contrast. When you give up on holding back you can be a little noisy, and to hear that is better than hearing you complain. If you call my name... it's even better.

[She's at a crossroads. A part of her wants to push his legs wide open and take him in her mouth. She wants to hear him squeak in surprise and groan when she fully envelops him in the warmth of her mouth. Now that Rin has described all the ways in which his desperate writhing captivates her, she wants to see more of it. To help him become completely undone. Yet she worries that maybe the shock will snap him out of whatever self-casted spell he convinced himself with to help her, so Rin refrains.]