[ Fffffuck okay. The noise she makes as he presses even just a finger into her is almost pathetic for how strained it is because, fuck, he's in her, and she has to shift her free hand to grip Sett's arm for stability. She eagerly grinds down against his palm, more than a little dizzy with praise and pleasure and her own movements suffering a little for it; she pants against his hair and her muscles clench needily around him, but her hand stutters a little in its stroking. She's certainly making the attempt though, even if her movements pick up a little speed unintentionally.

She's a bit squeaky when she speaks, her throat tight. ]

Sett--