[Her shoulders hit the table a little bit harder than she intended, her body having tensed as a groan slipped past her lips. It's much better like this, one of her hands clasping her thigh to keep it near her chest as her eyes tightly closed. When his fingers rub her her brows furrow and her face scrunches together in a look that under other circumstances might look pained - but really, she's suffering through the pleasure with choked back noises and shallowing breaths.]