[ Jeez, this is why she thinks he's got a crush on her??? Ragna, please. You don't have to deny it. She's sexy, she's cute, she's popular to boot, she knows she looks good. Those words only boost the ego that she already has, but he's lucky enough that she doesn't poiny it out just yet. Unlike what she did earlier before she kissed him, anyway. ]
That waiter's going to be so upset, hearing you say something like that... [ 😌 A lowly 5 like her, hands not at all just on herself around Mr. Bloodedge? Mr. Bloodedge's hands on her? Ooh boy. Weiss isn't doing any of this out of spite, but remembering them now has definitely made her want this to be good for him. That's one way to tell a person they suck, right? By... giving someone else an amazing orgasm? ] It's too bad though. I don't think they could have done anything especially with your crush on me.
[ By which she means to say, Ragna would have put the moves on her at some point. (Ah... there it is.) She's only kidding though, really keen on keeping the mood light between them. Weird as this whole situation is—they're in the middle of a goddamn elevator!—she's actually having fun. Lighthearted teasing with words so sweet and charming, she forgets that they've only just met a couple of hours ago. While she doesn't know him, there's a certain level of comfort she feels around him that she was even able to ask him what he likes without turning into a blushing and huffy mess. That sense of familiarity is helping her in wanting to please him, as well. He's been nice to her, so it's easy to return the gesture.
She gives him yet another roll of her hips as she slowly lifts herself up, leaning forward a little so she can press their lips together. It's at the same time that she aligns her entrance with the tip of his cock, small and quicker motions with her hips back and forth as she works to slot him right where her hole is before dipping lower and lower, adjusting where she sees fit so that she can sheathe him inside her. ]
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she's popular to boot, she knows she looks good. Those words only boost the ego that she already has, but he's lucky enough that she doesn't poiny it out just yet. Unlike what she did earlier before she kissed him, anyway. ]That waiter's going to be so upset, hearing you say something like that... [ 😌 A lowly 5 like her, hands not at all just on herself around Mr. Bloodedge? Mr. Bloodedge's hands on her? Ooh boy. Weiss isn't doing any of this out of spite, but remembering them now has definitely made her want this to be good for him. That's one way to tell a person they suck, right? By... giving someone else an amazing orgasm? ] It's too bad though. I don't think they could have done anything especially with your crush on me.
[ By which she means to say, Ragna would have put the moves on her at some point. (Ah... there it is.) She's only kidding though, really keen on keeping the mood light between them. Weird as this whole situation is—they're in the middle of a goddamn elevator!—she's actually having fun. Lighthearted teasing with words so sweet and charming, she forgets that they've only just met a couple of hours ago. While she doesn't know him, there's a certain level of comfort she feels around him that she was even able to ask him what he likes without turning into a blushing and huffy mess. That sense of familiarity is helping her in wanting to please him, as well. He's been nice to her, so it's easy to return the gesture.
She gives him yet another roll of her hips as she slowly lifts herself up, leaning forward a little so she can press their lips together. It's at the same time that she aligns her entrance with the tip of his cock, small and quicker motions with her hips back and forth as she works to slot him right where her hole is before dipping lower and lower, adjusting where she sees fit so that she can sheathe him inside her. ]