[ 2B feels as if she's curling at the edges with how much her body burns for him, her hips pressing greedily up into his as his cock slides and catches against her entrance and clit, causing her to moan unabashedly; she wants more than anything for him to fuck her, raw and merciless against the table he has her pinned on... But she knows he has other plans. She knows how detail-oriented 9S is, and that much is evidenced in the way he pulls back, eliciting a soft whine of protest to fall from her lips even as his hands provide adequate distraction.
Her body is so responsive like this, her nerve endings completely attuned to the way his fingers massage and drag along her soft breasts. Her nipples are particularly sensitive as he toys with them, the feeling of him roughly pinching them causing her to shudder and hiss beneath him.
When 9S moans into her ear, 2B swears she's going to lose her mind. When he does it again, she has to bite back the needy noise that rises from her throat, focusing instead on his words. As he gently begins to guide her hand, 2B bites her bottom lip, heat rushing to her face. She knows how much he's enjoying this, and while she's more than happy to continue to play this game with him.... her own needs are becoming more evident.
When such obscenities fall from his lips, 2B feels almost like she can't take it anymore. She has no witty response, no coy reply; instead, she lifts her gaze to his face as his cock teasingly prods against her entrance, promising a delicious pleasure before cruelly pulling away, leaving her hotter and more wanting than before. 2B's hips angle upwards in an attempt to better align her entrance with his cock, but the way he has the both of them positioned makes her efforts fruitless.
Though it takes her a great deal of effort, the sound of her name falling from his lips finally pushes her over the edge. When she speaks, it comes out in a rush: ] I need you to fuck me. I need you to make me come-- [ 2B's breath catches as she writhes underneath him, unable to keep her hips from jerking upwards into his. ] Please, 9S--
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Her body is so responsive like this, her nerve endings completely attuned to the way his fingers massage and drag along her soft breasts. Her nipples are particularly sensitive as he toys with them, the feeling of him roughly pinching them causing her to shudder and hiss beneath him.
When 9S moans into her ear, 2B swears she's going to lose her mind. When he does it again, she has to bite back the needy noise that rises from her throat, focusing instead on his words. As he gently begins to guide her hand, 2B bites her bottom lip, heat rushing to her face. She knows how much he's enjoying this, and while she's more than happy to continue to play this game with him.... her own needs are becoming more evident.
When such obscenities fall from his lips, 2B feels almost like she can't take it anymore. She has no witty response, no coy reply; instead, she lifts her gaze to his face as his cock teasingly prods against her entrance, promising a delicious pleasure before cruelly pulling away, leaving her hotter and more wanting than before. 2B's hips angle upwards in an attempt to better align her entrance with his cock, but the way he has the both of them positioned makes her efforts fruitless.
Though it takes her a great deal of effort, the sound of her name falling from his lips finally pushes her over the edge. When she speaks, it comes out in a rush: ] I need you to fuck me. I need you to make me come-- [ 2B's breath catches as she writhes underneath him, unable to keep her hips from jerking upwards into his. ] Please, 9S--