Her body was doing things without her authorization.
Her hands moved. Both of them, finding his hips by proximity, palms pressing against the warm skin above his thighs—
And then finding more. Her right hand traveling further. The weight of him, the soft heat of it, and she was 'massaging' — her fingers working in the automatic, half-conscious way of a body that had learned where to put itself and hadn't been given updated instructions.
'I am—'
He pulled back.
Then drove forward.
Her throat bulged with the depth of it — visible, the column of her neck distending slightly with his cock filling it — and she made a sound around him that started as a gag and ended as something she would not examine.
'Gkk—'
'Hrrgh—'
Above her, he had turned back to Hana.
Hana's blindfold had slipped.
