They've come to a point where talking isn't really where her focus is, but that doesn't mean she's quiet. Quite the contrary, even, with the way Beau is fucking her so skillfully and eagerly now. She moans and cries, loud enough to drown out any stray noises that may escape Beau, and her hips stutter and buck eagerly, up against Beau's, down towards her hand. Her own fingers quicken their pace, a little harder and more impatient now, base of her thumb finding and grinding against Beau's clit, aiming now to bring her over the edge when her pleasure seems to have built to a point of no return.