Souji--! [She swallows a cry, pressing her eyes to her forearm along the back of the sofa, her fingers digging into the cushion as his continue to tease her. The sound she makes is a strangled, desperate moan, her legs trembling with the effort of holding her position to feel the depth of his strokes and the friction of his fingers at the same time.] Don't stop--please don't stop--don't stop-- [her words are a frantic mantra between those same desperate sounds as he works her body into a frenzy--the hints of which could be seen in a number of places: at her jawline, along the edges of her scar, the curves of her shoulders and hips, hairline crackles beginning to show, becoming darker and more noticeable the more excited she becomes.]
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