[oh it's lucky that Yelena's doing all the talking, because there's nothing coherent that Ava can manage to string together now. just gasping and moaning along, each subsequent growing louder, more drawn out.
there's a moment where it's muffled, face planted right into the pillow as she fully curls over it. trying to inhale the scent of Yelena off of it. even a whiff of her shampoo, anything, it's driving her mad how badly she rather it be her squeezed so tightly between her legs.
the comment about her tongue earns a particularly loud whine.
she's listening so intently, she almost protests when Yelena stops. until it registers that it's a question, and she pauses just for a moment to gather her wits about her.] Yes, please, Yelena, keep- keep going. So close. [she's already back at it, a slower, more controlled roll of her hips. really making each one count.]
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there's a moment where it's muffled, face planted right into the pillow as she fully curls over it. trying to inhale the scent of Yelena off of it. even a whiff of her shampoo, anything, it's driving her mad how badly she rather it be her squeezed so tightly between her legs.
the comment about her tongue earns a particularly loud whine.
she's listening so intently, she almost protests when Yelena stops. until it registers that it's a question, and she pauses just for a moment to gather her wits about her.] Yes, please, Yelena, keep- keep going. So close. [she's already back at it, a slower, more controlled roll of her hips. really making each one count.]