[ It's fine, it's fine. Weiss said she didn't think he'd just lie there, so him actually moving and taking control isn't unwelcome. She appreciates his patience if he's actually been holding back until now, because she did have to get used to this feeling first. It's good, but different. A different kind of addictive. Like this, she can feel everything. Every throb, every minute reaction her inner walls make with each squeeze and each bump.
With their pace shifting, there's a bit more of that bump whenever the head of his cock reaches her deepest spot. Her own abdomen clenches as she readies herself to chase that very same pleasure. With each rise comes a more possessive drop of her hips, taking all of him in with such a need that would never make him forget about her pussy. Not when she needs his cock in her, driving into her so deep, threatening to go deeper with each thrust.
Ragna gets to hear it more, Weiss' voice that's like a sweet melody. What starts as a whimper at first grows into something more, much more pronounced, louder. Noises and words of praise and pleasure, encouraging him to not keep his feet planted on the floor any longer. They drown out what mumbling the Teasing Trio makes, complaining that they can't see, but enjoying what they're able to hear. The sound of skin slapping, not so loud when Weiss' skirt absorbs most of the noise, is really making them wish they could see. Oh, if only this cloth wasn't in the way... ]
Ragna... [ A nice name to say in the midst of all this. Just two syllables, and it eases off the tongue rather well paired with a moan or two. Her voice doesn't lift or crack as she bounces on him and gets his attention by calling his name. She takes the hand that's on her breast, far too grateful for how well he's holding onto her, but she needs something. The tips of his fingers touch her lips, dragging the bottom one down a little as she rubs them against it. A hot breath out before her tongue slips out to give the tips of his index and middle fingers a lick, only stopping for a moment and squeezing his hand tightly as she becomes distracted by his cock. She did this to herself, grinding to fervently against him, and now she's the one """suffering""" the consequences. ]
Oh- oh god...
[ Please hold. Let her just... roll her hips just a little bit more. One more— okay, maybe a couple more. She might just keep him in her like this for the longest time just to chase that tingling feeling that's getting her clit to throb more at the same time. ]
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With their pace shifting, there's a bit more of that bump whenever the head of his cock reaches her deepest spot. Her own abdomen clenches as she readies herself to chase that very same pleasure. With each rise comes a more possessive drop of her hips, taking all of him in with such a need that would never make him forget about her pussy. Not when she needs his cock in her, driving into her so deep, threatening to go deeper with each thrust.
Ragna gets to hear it more, Weiss' voice that's like a sweet melody. What starts as a whimper at first grows into something more, much more pronounced, louder. Noises and words of praise and pleasure, encouraging him to not keep his feet planted on the floor any longer. They drown out what mumbling the Teasing Trio makes, complaining that they can't see, but enjoying what they're able to hear. The sound of skin slapping, not so loud when Weiss' skirt absorbs most of the noise, is really making them wish they could see. Oh, if only this cloth wasn't in the way... ]
Ragna... [ A nice name to say in the midst of all this. Just two syllables, and it eases off the tongue rather well paired with a moan or two. Her voice doesn't lift or crack as she bounces on him and gets his attention by calling his name. She takes the hand that's on her breast, far too grateful for how well he's holding onto her, but she needs something. The tips of his fingers touch her lips, dragging the bottom one down a little as she rubs them against it. A hot breath out before her tongue slips out to give the tips of his index and middle fingers a lick, only stopping for a moment and squeezing his hand tightly as she becomes distracted by his cock. She did this to herself, grinding to fervently against him, and now she's the one """suffering""" the consequences. ]
Oh- oh god...
[ Please hold. Let her just... roll her hips just a little bit more. One more— okay, maybe a couple more. She might just keep him in her like this for the longest time just to chase that tingling feeling that's getting her clit to throb more at the same time. ]