[Her answer comes in her own breath out at that contact--half a moan itself, bitten back behind clenched teeth--and the rock of her hips, forward, presses her against even that slight contact, better than nothing, but Kate can do better. The thrust of her own fingers pushes a little deeper with that movement, in kind, and she laughs, again from between her teeth--]
Oh, I'm into this.
[Especially this mutual thing. So into this.]
I wouldn't pretend.
[Emotions, relationships, whatever. This is good. Now shut up, Kate, an she fixes her mouth to her throat again, taking further advantage of the tilt of her head, as she works her fingers in and out of her, as she twists to get more in return.]
no subject
Oh, I'm into this.
[Especially this mutual thing. So into this.]
I wouldn't pretend.
[Emotions, relationships, whatever. This is good. Now shut up, Kate, an she fixes her mouth to her throat again, taking further advantage of the tilt of her head, as she works her fingers in and out of her, as she twists to get more in return.]