Toby's hips were working back against the attention roughly, not much paying attention to whether she was hurting Stabler or not- it felt fucking good, and he could move if he wanted.
The curse made her eyes dart up to Chris' face, but she just winked as she saw the fondness there, sliding him all the way in for a second more, before drawing back. The hand that was fondling his balls moved to stroke his spit-slick cock, as she looked up to him with a plead in her eyes. "Please fuck me, baby... you know how I like it,"