[She feels like an instrument in his hands, like a machine with every wire and node laid bare; responsive to the lightest touch, growing more and more overheated. He's barely doing anything—was he even hard? And yet she can't seem to help herself.]
N-Nnn...I've been here for too long.
[She smiles strangely around the gasp she can't bite back, staring at the ceiling as she tilts her head back to let him taste as much as he wants. Panting, increasingly lightheaded, she forces herself to keep moving against him in a parody of sex, toes curling against the spa's tiled floor.]
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N-Nnn...I've been here for too long.
[She smiles strangely around the gasp she can't bite back, staring at the ceiling as she tilts her head back to let him taste as much as he wants. Panting, increasingly lightheaded, she forces herself to keep moving against him in a parody of sex, toes curling against the spa's tiled floor.]