[ That third finger earns another moan of pleasure, her body straining as she accepts it and she feels herself parted. Stretched. The pressure of fingertips against her inner walls and her cunt clenches against the intrusion before it finally yields and Red can't think. She's worked up now, desperate to find a sense of release. Desperate to have more of this, to have more of Ishamel, and she can't do anything but endure it. She's even forgotten about being filmed.
There's a small, needy noise against Ishamel's lips as she's kissed and her hips hitch again. ]
I - I want to-
[ She sounds bliss-drunk and then Ishmael tells her to go ahead. To let go. That's almost enough all on its own - and then she does spill over the edge, her yell muffled by Ishmael's lips, her whole body going taut as the wave of pleasure crashes over her and that tingling ecstatic sensation goes racing through her. ]
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There's a small, needy noise against Ishamel's lips as she's kissed and her hips hitch again. ]
I - I want to-
[ She sounds bliss-drunk and then Ishmael tells her to go ahead. To let go. That's almost enough all on its own - and then she does spill over the edge, her yell muffled by Ishmael's lips, her whole body going taut as the wave of pleasure crashes over her and that tingling ecstatic sensation goes racing through her. ]