[The desperate need that washes over Fuuta and displays so clearly on his face gets to her. It sends a jolt of excitement down her spine that strikes hard at her core. Rin's own desire burns hot — the initial embers sparked earlier are stoked to a true flame as leans in to place a brief kiss against Fuuta's lips.

Once she pulls back her hand falls from his face and rests on his shoulder. A bit of pressure is placed on him as her blue eyes settle on that muddy green gaze of his. The haze that glazes over his eyes makes her blood run hot, and she feels an unfamiliar twitch in the muscles hidden by the cotton fabric that still holds her back.]

Can you use your mouth this time? I know I don't taste great, but... You look good when you look up. I want to see it.

[Something inside her yearns to fill him. To cover him in her scent and leave every last inch of him marked. She wants him dripping in her, stretched around her, leaking from her... Fuck, even just imagining it has her needing to restrain herself from pushing him down and burying herself inside him. What new noises will he make for her? She has to know.]