[ 2B rewards the insistent poking of his need by hiking her hips up higher, moving away from him in favor of positing her hips around his waist. Her grip on his throat doesn't let up, nor does it increase, her expression as impassive as ever as she stares down at him. Their breaths mingle, her lips technically pressing against his though not in a proper kiss, her eyelashes gently fluttering against the bridge of his nose.
He looks so desperate here, trapped beneath her. She revels in it, thrilled by the hungry way in which he regards her. Her nails bite into the flesh of his neck as she gently plants kiss after kiss to the corners of his mouth, the tenderness in the act moving against the violent cruelty in the way she strangles him.
The change in his expression causes something within 2B to shift, and while her grip doesn't relent, she slowly slides her hips back down to align with his, bracketing them with her thighs. She slowly grinds down onto him with a soft sigh, the feeling of his hard need scratching an itch simply grinding her slit against him couldn't. ]
You need to tell me what you want, 9S. [ She murmurs. Her voice is still low, measured. ] Otherwise we won't get anywhere.
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He looks so desperate here, trapped beneath her. She revels in it, thrilled by the hungry way in which he regards her. Her nails bite into the flesh of his neck as she gently plants kiss after kiss to the corners of his mouth, the tenderness in the act moving against the violent cruelty in the way she strangles him.
The change in his expression causes something within 2B to shift, and while her grip doesn't relent, she slowly slides her hips back down to align with his, bracketing them with her thighs. She slowly grinds down onto him with a soft sigh, the feeling of his hard need scratching an itch simply grinding her slit against him couldn't. ]
You need to tell me what you want, 9S. [ She murmurs. Her voice is still low, measured. ] Otherwise we won't get anywhere.