Teeth bit down on her lower lip as his fingers plunged inside her, hips thrusting back up to meet his hand. Shoulders pressed back against the bar now, arching her back so breasts jutted up toward the air, one arm tucked back for comfort as the other traced nails along her abdomen.
There was a whimper as his fingers left her empty and she looked up with a pout, eyeing the onlooker as he looked from Dolos' fingers to the source hesitantly.