[She continues, refusing to stop the tempo; she's hitting every spot she's keen for with the right twist and fall of her hips. The faster she goes the more she starts to lean forward, bracing on his chest and falling into gasping little breaths the harder she exerts herself. Another day she'd draw this out, not go headfirst into it so fast, but she - needs this. The release.]
More - more, just. Yeah. [She wants his fingers all over her.]