[An excellent angle for ushering many more sounds from her in various pitches, breathy and strained. Evidently hitting her button well, the next moan comes from a little deeper down in her. Eyes a little wider, her freed hands are put to poor use-- one falls to her side, twisting into the sheets while the other stretches further overhead as she stretches her neck. Her toes curl, thighs beginning to tense.] God... [The only word she manages. Suiting, since she's being nailed by a priest, right?]