Imogen started to try and answer, but only managed to moan, growl, and use some entirely work-friendly swearing like 'guacamole' and 'fiddlesticks' in a more or less incoherent but obviously very happy way. Her nails digging into Alicia's shoulders as she rode the girl's fingers.

Imogen finally calmed down a bit, riding the intruding digits in a slower more controlled manner, then she was able to construct functional sentences, "It's not easy to dominate someone when you are being dominated by your own... urges. We should teach her that too."

Imogen's lips moved over Alicia's neck and shoulder, especially the points where Imogen's nails were. "In the meantime, do you want me to fuck you silly with a strap-on?"