There is definitely face scrunching going on and a level of concentration she usually reserves for autopsies. When his finger enters her, she whimpers and her legs open wider. It takes a moment, but she realizes that he's waiting for her to continue.
She lets out a breath, ragged and with just an edge of frustration.
"Monday....Monday...uh...the shower. Sure you've...ah...noticed...detachable shower head..." she trails off because he can come to his own obvious conclusions about that and talking is hard. Her hips roll towards him, seeking more contact.
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Date: 2017-03-01 01:32 am (UTC)She lets out a breath, ragged and with just an edge of frustration.
"Monday....Monday...uh...the shower. Sure you've...ah...noticed...detachable shower head..." she trails off because he can come to his own obvious conclusions about that and talking is hard. Her hips roll towards him, seeking more contact.