[another squeak of a sound escapes her as he pushes his finger in, her walls clenching against the digit almost instinctively. it — is an odd sensation, but it feels good, like she wants more of him. her hand stills and joins the other in gripping the mattress, teeth peeking as she bites her lip.]
That... Ah, more would be — good.
[it's strange, really, to try and be vocal about her own sentiments so openly, because dimitri wants her to provide him with feedback. it takes her a moment of indecision before she decides to lie down on the bed, breathing heavily, and cupping at her own breasts with her now-freed hands.]
Keep going.
[her voice is of a breathy quality now, softer than usual.]
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That... Ah, more would be — good.
[it's strange, really, to try and be vocal about her own sentiments so openly, because dimitri wants her to provide him with feedback. it takes her a moment of indecision before she decides to lie down on the bed, breathing heavily, and cupping at her own breasts with her now-freed hands.]
Keep going.
[her voice is of a breathy quality now, softer than usual.]