[Yes, if the suddenly shout she gives is any indication. Immediately Jeanne shoves a hand over her mouth, muffling herself-- there's being unashamed and then there's being obvious, and she has no intention of being caught.
God, it's hard, though. She's growing louder by the second, and her hand can't muffle everything. True, she can't finish like this, she's never been able to, but that doesn't matter. She loves this part too, and each thrust has her crying out, heat pooling in the center of her stomach. Please, she manages again, the French slipping out from between her fingers, please just like that please, babbling and growing nonsensical.]
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God, it's hard, though. She's growing louder by the second, and her hand can't muffle everything. True, she can't finish like this, she's never been able to, but that doesn't matter. She loves this part too, and each thrust has her crying out, heat pooling in the center of her stomach. Please, she manages again, the French slipping out from between her fingers, please just like that please, babbling and growing nonsensical.]