[Hard and fast is a winning combination for Rebecca, proof in the shuddering gasp and squirm accompanied moans that pour past her lips. Her head lolls back against the wall for a second, a smile lingering on her face despite her fluctuating expression with each incoming thrust. Her body meets them, one hand curling into a tight grip of his hair. Nails continue to otherwise graze his shoulders.]
Ah, just like t-hat. That's good. [Her voice flutters from breathless to a deep lusting groan.]