[ Hana's eager to please 76, to the extent that it surprises even herself. Mouthing off to him isn't terribly far from her mind, but she stays her tongue; irreverent she may be, but she wasn't a barbarian. Besides, she honestly doesn't want to hurt her chances of a repeat performance on his part. Corny and cliche as it may sound, she could get addicted to the slide and drag of Jack's tongue against her pussy, and while his fingers are currently venturing to previously unplumbed depths, she finds that she doesn't mind most anything that he decides to do with her. It's no secret that Hana loves a challenge, and while this is a completely new and foreign trial set before her, she's nothing if not eager to surmount any misgivings she may have.
... Not that she has many, mind. Not when Jack is around.
She notices the slight upward tilt at the corners of his eyes, and she can't help but feel a little bit smug in her victory. His cock is hot and hard in her hand, and her fingertips idly trace a bulging vein running along the underside of his shaft. Her thumb slides over the slit of his crown, smearing the bead of precum that had previously formed over its ridge. When his gravelly voice reaches her ears with praise, her expression lights up in spite of herself. Hana's breath catches in her throat as he dips his fingertip just past her entrance, the tight ring of muscle catching and holding him firmly. Were it not for the slickness of her juices coating his finger, Hana knows that this would be fairly more uncomfortable than it actually is, and she's grateful that 76 seems to know what he's doing in that regard.
The feeling is, as before, strange; the burning stretch of muscle is vaguely discomforting, but not terribly so. An echo of pleasure keeps Hana in place as she does her best to relax, soothed by his hands on her and his close proximity. ] Th-This is gonna be epic. [ She breathes, more for herself than anything else. His words cause her pussy to clench with arousal even as the hand at his cock redoubles its efforts, her forehead moving to rest against his shoulder as she acclimates to the sensation of his fingertip. Hana tries to keep her breathing even as he pushes his finger in further, ever-so-slightly, but can't help the small noises that build at the back of her throat with the feeling.
Still, she smirks when he twitches in her grasp, pulling back only when he instructs her to. ]
Okaaay. [ She feigns poutiness even as she releases his cock, turning around and lowering herself just as he ordered. She bends her knees upwards, ankles in the air as she parts her thighs, crossing her arms and resting her cheek against them. She glances at him over her shoulder, almost nervously, as if she's seeking approval. ]
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... Not that she has many, mind. Not when Jack is around.
She notices the slight upward tilt at the corners of his eyes, and she can't help but feel a little bit smug in her victory. His cock is hot and hard in her hand, and her fingertips idly trace a bulging vein running along the underside of his shaft. Her thumb slides over the slit of his crown, smearing the bead of precum that had previously formed over its ridge. When his gravelly voice reaches her ears with praise, her expression lights up in spite of herself. Hana's breath catches in her throat as he dips his fingertip just past her entrance, the tight ring of muscle catching and holding him firmly. Were it not for the slickness of her juices coating his finger, Hana knows that this would be fairly more uncomfortable than it actually is, and she's grateful that 76 seems to know what he's doing in that regard.
The feeling is, as before, strange; the burning stretch of muscle is vaguely discomforting, but not terribly so. An echo of pleasure keeps Hana in place as she does her best to relax, soothed by his hands on her and his close proximity. ] Th-This is gonna be epic. [ She breathes, more for herself than anything else. His words cause her pussy to clench with arousal even as the hand at his cock redoubles its efforts, her forehead moving to rest against his shoulder as she acclimates to the sensation of his fingertip. Hana tries to keep her breathing even as he pushes his finger in further, ever-so-slightly, but can't help the small noises that build at the back of her throat with the feeling.
Still, she smirks when he twitches in her grasp, pulling back only when he instructs her to. ]
Okaaay. [ She feigns poutiness even as she releases his cock, turning around and lowering herself just as he ordered. She bends her knees upwards, ankles in the air as she parts her thighs, crossing her arms and resting her cheek against them. She glances at him over her shoulder, almost nervously, as if she's seeking approval. ]