In fact, she takes it hard, a visible set in her jaw. She'd hoped — but it doesn't matter. Just because he's not rolling over now doesn't mean he won't. If anything, she won't let it take away that she's seen and felt his longing now, his loneliness. She knows that it's eating away at him, and not in the way that will only make him lash out more.
He'll turn. She just has to give him time, and hope.
Rey makes quick work of slathering lubricant on the toy as well. Its texture makes grooves that are hard to get to, and rather than waste time, she accepts that as good enough. Like so many things, settled for.
And when she presses the tip of it to his entrance, she pushes with a little too great a force. There's no testing. Just certainty that after her slim fingers, he'll be able to stretch for this reasonably quickly. He'll have to settle for the fact that it's a little rough and a little abrupt too. ]
Touch yourself. [ She notes this as a reminder, but her voice is rough.And, truth be told, she's eager. Eager to hear the sounds he makes and watch him curl and buck and — Anticipation shortens her breath. She notices it now, as she shunts the toy in a couple inches, twisting it as if that will help spread the lubricant inside of him. At the very least, its uneven bulk shifts in him in interesting ways. ]
Unless you don't think you'll need to. [ There's some darkness curling on her tongue, apparent in her readiness to remind him how desperate he is for this, how he's begging her to humiliate him. ] What do you think, Ben? Would this be enough for you?
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In fact, she takes it hard, a visible set in her jaw. She'd hoped — but it doesn't matter. Just because he's not rolling over now doesn't mean he won't. If anything, she won't let it take away that she's seen and felt his longing now, his loneliness. She knows that it's eating away at him, and not in the way that will only make him lash out more.
He'll turn. She just has to give him time, and hope.
Rey makes quick work of slathering lubricant on the toy as well. Its texture makes grooves that are hard to get to, and rather than waste time, she accepts that as good enough. Like so many things, settled for.
And when she presses the tip of it to his entrance, she pushes with a little too great a force. There's no testing. Just certainty that after her slim fingers, he'll be able to stretch for this reasonably quickly. He'll have to settle for the fact that it's a little rough and a little abrupt too. ]
Touch yourself. [ She notes this as a reminder, but her voice is rough.And, truth be told, she's eager. Eager to hear the sounds he makes and watch him curl and buck and — Anticipation shortens her breath. She notices it now, as she shunts the toy in a couple inches, twisting it as if that will help spread the lubricant inside of him. At the very least, its uneven bulk shifts in him in interesting ways. ]
Unless you don't think you'll need to. [ There's some darkness curling on her tongue, apparent in her readiness to remind him how desperate he is for this, how he's begging her to humiliate him. ] What do you think, Ben? Would this be enough for you?