[ as his fingers start to slide in, she cries out, her voice pitching up a little bit. there's something about the way he calls her out on being greedy that ignites a flame burning within in her. yoimiya is fully aware she has no ounce of shame. but hearing it directly from tartaglia's mouth that gives her a much greater sense of satisfaction than poking fun at her own self. maybe she really does enjoy dirty talk... ]
Nngh... Archons...!
[ yoimiya had long since lost any sense of inhibitions, but the moment his digits sink deeper into her, any sense she might have had vanishes within an instant, her mind completely broken by thoughts of hunger and how much her body aches for her lover. her body writhes, squirming in response to his fingers filling her entrance, the sensation of pure pleasure rocking her entire core. if his fingers feel this good, she wonders what something bigger would be like. before she could even entertain that thought, a quick swipe of his tongue snaps her out of said imaginations, causing her to let out a terrible, desperate whine.
she shifts her gaze downwards, staring at him with eyes glazed over with pleading. more, she needs to feel more of his mouth and fingers penetrating her. steadily, she moves her hand behind the back of his head, lightly gripping his scalp while her other free hand moves to knead her breast. she really did not care how desperate she might appear in his eyes, playing with her own body like this. ]
Tartaglia, p-please... ahh! Y-You're being such a tease—
[ yoimiya never would have guessed she'd be seen like this, body squirming, her own hand squeezing her breast as if she were putting on a show for him, jaw slacked as she lets out desperate moans all the while begging him to give her more, legs spread wide open to show off just how ready and willing she is for him. ]
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Nngh... Archons...!
[ yoimiya had long since lost any sense of inhibitions, but the moment his digits sink deeper into her, any sense she might have had vanishes within an instant, her mind completely broken by thoughts of hunger and how much her body aches for her lover. her body writhes, squirming in response to his fingers filling her entrance, the sensation of pure pleasure rocking her entire core. if his fingers feel this good, she wonders what something bigger would be like. before she could even entertain that thought, a quick swipe of his tongue snaps her out of said imaginations, causing her to let out a terrible, desperate whine.
she shifts her gaze downwards, staring at him with eyes glazed over with pleading. more, she needs to feel more of his mouth and fingers penetrating her. steadily, she moves her hand behind the back of his head, lightly gripping his scalp while her other free hand moves to knead her breast. she really did not care how desperate she might appear in his eyes, playing with her own body like this. ]
Tartaglia, p-please... ahh! Y-You're being such a tease—
[ yoimiya never would have guessed she'd be seen like this, body squirming, her own hand squeezing her breast as if she were putting on a show for him, jaw slacked as she lets out desperate moans all the while begging him to give her more, legs spread wide open to show off just how ready and willing she is for him. ]