[She's content to let him have her, losing herself in the pleasure of the moment. If this is what it means to be his, then how can she refuse. The noises coming from her throat sound like whining, but she's enjoying this very much. The more he touches her, the more she wants. She can feel how tight she is when his finger enters her.
With an attention span as short as hers, she quickly grows bored of one position and wants to move into another. In somewhat of a rush, she pulls her pants down and turns to face him if his grip will allow her to move.]
Pick me up. [She can tell by the strength of his hold on her as well as his figure that one as small as her would be no problem for the likes of him. What she's offering him is even more control over her in exchange for more of what she wants and she knows he won't be able to resist.]
no subject
With an attention span as short as hers, she quickly grows bored of one position and wants to move into another. In somewhat of a rush, she pulls her pants down and turns to face him if his grip will allow her to move.]
Pick me up. [She can tell by the strength of his hold on her as well as his figure that one as small as her would be no problem for the likes of him. What she's offering him is even more control over her in exchange for more of what she wants and she knows he won't be able to resist.]