[ This time what comes out is more akin to a mewling noise of a hungry cat, and she writhes, her hips shuddering in the strained effort to sustain the contact without rocking too much to hinder his movements at the wrist.
Kira squeezes his cock harder for it, as though punishing him for taking the words out of her mouth, though the flush of her cheeks and the drunken daze in her eyes seem to tell a different story. ]
Is this better? [ She bares her teeth as she asks, scathing for how she checks that she's done it right while he mocks her. There's something infuriating to watching him be better than her at something else, quicker. Surely Darth Vader's bloodline has nothing to do with that, but — it still feels like insult to injury.
Then, the question she really wants to know as she senses that aimless uncertainty— ] Can you finish like this?
[ Because she's pretty sure she can if he just sets on doing more of that thumb action more deliberately. And she has no intention of stopping, that much is sure. But if he wants, or needs, something else then she needs to hear it first. ]
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Kira squeezes his cock harder for it, as though punishing him for taking the words out of her mouth, though the flush of her cheeks and the drunken daze in her eyes seem to tell a different story. ]
Is this better? [ She bares her teeth as she asks, scathing for how she checks that she's done it right while he mocks her. There's something infuriating to watching him be better than her at something else, quicker. Surely Darth Vader's bloodline has nothing to do with that, but — it still feels like insult to injury.
Then, the question she really wants to know as she senses that aimless uncertainty— ] Can you finish like this?
[ Because she's pretty sure she can if he just sets on doing more of that thumb action more deliberately. And she has no intention of stopping, that much is sure. But if he wants, or needs, something else then she needs to hear it first. ]