[It isn't clear what Konoha is asking first. That is, until Rey cracks an eye open, privy to a view of the other woman's head betwixt her thighs not going anywhere. Her own breasts glistened with sweat heaving while her body shakes with the hungry desire for oxygen, but more so craving release.
[Turns out, she does know what she wants. Or, rather, what she doesn't want:]
D-don't... Don't stop...! [Rey croaks, her sight blurring behind her welling eyes like two tiny emeralds peering down at the other woman. Despite her showing no signs of stopping, the same two words escape again and again between cries of Konoha's name.
[Recognizing the familiar movements of a woman pleasuring herself, Rey bends her knee at Konoha's side. A quiet "don't" shakes out but easily slips into her previous mantra, urging to keep going. Her body betraying her determination to be the one to give than receive. That was how she preferred it, right? That's how it always should be...
[But Konoha doesn't stop and, try as she might, Rey doesn't want her to. The swell of climax cinching the muscles of her abdomen and spreading through every nerve in her being.
[Throwing her head back against the pillow, what remains of her composure abandons to the pleasured howls of Konoha's name, over and over. Her spine arches, until the weight of her body is supported by only the strength of her shoulders and the tips of her curled toes digging into the sheets.
[She might not be capable of ejaculation, but any experienced woman would be able to descry the throes of climax. Her arousal seeping through the slick sides of the harness just above her opening.]
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[Turns out, she does know what she wants. Or, rather, what she doesn't want:]
D-don't... Don't stop...! [Rey croaks, her sight blurring behind her welling eyes like two tiny emeralds peering down at the other woman. Despite her showing no signs of stopping, the same two words escape again and again between cries of Konoha's name.
[Recognizing the familiar movements of a woman pleasuring herself, Rey bends her knee at Konoha's side. A quiet "don't" shakes out but easily slips into her previous mantra, urging to keep going. Her body betraying her determination to be the one to give than receive. That was how she preferred it, right? That's how it always should be...
[But Konoha doesn't stop and, try as she might, Rey doesn't want her to. The swell of climax cinching the muscles of her abdomen and spreading through every nerve in her being.
[Throwing her head back against the pillow, what remains of her composure abandons to the pleasured howls of Konoha's name, over and over. Her spine arches, until the weight of her body is supported by only the strength of her shoulders and the tips of her curled toes digging into the sheets.
[She might not be capable of ejaculation, but any experienced woman would be able to descry the throes of climax. Her arousal seeping through the slick sides of the harness just above her opening.]