[ C'mon, South, keep up. Sombra does, in fact, already like how easy to distract she seems to be, how easy it's been to get her to do basically everything she's asked of her, and there's some self-satisfied little giggling between kisses because of it.
She's grinning still when hands find her thighs and she's both drawn in and pushed back down while South gets them both into a better position. The toy nudges her inner thigh and the impatience pokes at her with it, getting Sombra to allow her thighs to fall a little further open, but also try to press her hips in a little closer. Closer, closer, closer, she wants South closer - so having her fingers finally against her seems enough to rub some of the edges off of her impatience as instead she tips her head back and lets her unfiltered little moans tumble out of her like she did last time, arching her hips into the touch. ]
[ 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: ]
[ Her body shifts and her hips roll into South's touch, liking the press of her hand and wanting more of it, more of everything. The kisses to her throat are a nice touch, they keep Sombra's head back and neck bared to South for whatever she wants to do to it, and it's not difficult to tell that Sombra's hot and wet and aching for her repeated demands for South to fuck her already to be met.
Ah, fuck, and there she is - South presses the strap into her and Sombra's noisy again in an instant, her breath exhaling out as a pleased moan that trails into a hum. She doesn't even realize she's closed her eyes until South teases her about figuring shit out, and even then, she only opens them partway as she laughs. ]
Sí, mi dominante. [ Attitude, meet teasing, nonserious (and fleeting) compliance to her new dumb role. ] Ah, hah, c'mon, [ Shifting again, Sombra's wiggling as she adjusts to having the toy inside of her and South's weight pressed so tightly against her. ] Keep going.
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She's grinning still when hands find her thighs and she's both drawn in and pushed back down while South gets them both into a better position. The toy nudges her inner thigh and the impatience pokes at her with it, getting Sombra to allow her thighs to fall a little further open, but also try to press her hips in a little closer. Closer, closer, closer, she wants South closer - so having her fingers finally against her seems enough to rub some of the edges off of her impatience as instead she tips her head back and lets her unfiltered little moans tumble out of her like she did last time, arching her hips into the touch. ]
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[ 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?
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Ah, fuck, and there she is - South presses the strap into her and Sombra's noisy again in an instant, her breath exhaling out as a pleased moan that trails into a hum. She doesn't even realize she's closed her eyes until South teases her about figuring shit out, and even then, she only opens them partway as she laughs. ]
Sí, mi dominante. [ Attitude, meet teasing, nonserious (and fleeting) compliance to her new dumb role. ] Ah, hah, c'mon, [ Shifting again, Sombra's wiggling as she adjusts to having the toy inside of her and South's weight pressed so tightly against her. ] Keep going.