You're so responsive. The lightest touch sends you spinning. Every one of Date's actions drags two reactions from you. You're a joy, an indulgence. You make him feel so powerful, that he's creating something beautiful for you, upon you.

And you ask for more, begging as though it's a hardship you ask of him. He nods softly, humming absentmindedly, reaching. You're still slick and loose from before, but he can feel your body shiver, tightening as even the very brush of his rough fingertips excites you. He presses two closely together, shielding his forefinger's nail with the pad of his middle finger, and stroke into you.