[ Ragna can try and deny it all he likes— that he has a crush on her. It's not like Weiss is serious about it either, merely bringing up such an egotistical comment just because she still thinks it's strange how easily he just up and invited her up to his suite. That's really more what she's poking fun at even at this time, only it adds just a little more meaning in a casino like this.
Her eyes brighten considerably when it seems what he's saying back are words that get trapped just like his breath does, though. Good. Let her win this one, Ragna, if you want to play the long game. The more you give her that feeling of victory, the more she'll be nicer to you in the end.
She doesn't want to let go of his lips now that she's captured them again. Not at this time. Not while she rolls her hips back ever so slowly as she takes him in, her pussy getting stretched to some degree until her walls are wrapped around his cock tightly. He's not the only one who moans, because she does, too. A little high-pitched squeak in the midst of it all, spurring her to kiss him some more, letting her tongue seek his and play with it for a damn good while.
It is unfortunate she has to breathe though, pulling away, and even propping her hands on his chest so she can actually seat herself properly on her "chair". She offered if he wanted to be on top, but since they didn't switch, she's looking at him while her braid swings back and forth slightly from the motion. Cheeks so flush, the redness even trailing down her neck and her shoulders. She heaves out a heavy sigh as she gets used to the feeling of fullness.
This is different. . . And she hasn't quite decided if she likes this position, but she did say she wants to try it. She wants to stay like this a little longer, when it feels like she could feel that dick inside her a bit more fully, throbbing, almost as if she can feel it through her stomach. Before she can properly get used to the feeling, he's already rolling his hips, making her fingers curl against his chest and scratching him lightly. ]
It's okay...?
[ See, she'd be asking if he was okay, but she's already reminded of what he said earlier, how he won't just lie there. Her pussy beats like a heart around him, and even without being touched, her clit begins to throb lightly. She moves her hips down some more, taking more of him in, sighing hotly as she closes her eyes. Just a bit more. . . there's a need for it that's started to burn inside her, but she might need a bit more of a warm up for that. So she lifts herself up instead, just about an inch or so, then back down some. A little more heat, her wetness coating his shaft some more in the process. ]
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Her eyes brighten considerably when it seems what he's saying back are words that get trapped just like his breath does, though. Good. Let her win this one, Ragna, if you want to play the long game. The more you give her that feeling of victory, the more she'll be nicer to you in the end.
She doesn't want to let go of his lips now that she's captured them again. Not at this time. Not while she rolls her hips back ever so slowly as she takes him in, her pussy getting stretched to some degree until her walls are wrapped around his cock tightly. He's not the only one who moans, because she does, too. A little high-pitched squeak in the midst of it all, spurring her to kiss him some more, letting her tongue seek his and play with it for a damn good while.
It is unfortunate she has to breathe though, pulling away, and even propping her hands on his chest so she can actually seat herself properly on her "chair". She offered if he wanted to be on top, but since they didn't switch, she's looking at him while her braid swings back and forth slightly from the motion. Cheeks so flush, the redness even trailing down her neck and her shoulders. She heaves out a heavy sigh as she gets used to the feeling of fullness.
This is different. . . And she hasn't quite decided if she likes this position, but she did say she wants to try it. She wants to stay like this a little longer, when it feels like she could feel that dick inside her a bit more fully, throbbing, almost as if she can feel it through her stomach. Before she can properly get used to the feeling, he's already rolling his hips, making her fingers curl against his chest and scratching him lightly. ]
It's okay...?
[ See, she'd be asking if he was okay, but she's already reminded of what he said earlier, how he won't just lie there. Her pussy beats like a heart around him, and even without being touched, her clit begins to throb lightly. She moves her hips down some more, taking more of him in, sighing hotly as she closes her eyes. Just a bit more. . . there's a need for it that's started to burn inside her, but she might need a bit more of a warm up for that. So she lifts herself up instead, just about an inch or so, then back down some. A little more heat, her wetness coating his shaft some more in the process. ]