[ South snickers under her breath and against Sombra's throat as she drops her kisses down along the arch of it made by her head tipping back. Those fingers slide down and up again, brushing past her clit, touch light but not too light, enough to keep those noises tumbling out until finally she shifts again. Uses the remaining grip on Sombra's thigh to hold her how she wants her as she adjusts the position of her hips and lets the tip of the toy slide closer and closer and...

She's still in no rush, but she's not going to drag it out too much; guiding herself with the hand already between Sombra's thighs, she thrusts the toy into her, letting a little more of her own weight press Sombra against the bed as she does. Already she finds herself listening keenly for whatever noises Sombra will make now, though she can't help but keep the attitude dialled up: ]

This figuring shit out well enough for you?