So he just wanted her completely overwhelmed, huh? Sure, she could go for that. By which the narrative meant that she probably would've gone with just about any suggestion of his, right now. It was easier than trying to form thoughts of her own. Especially with the stinging on her shoulder and his hand on her breast.

Sure, she was now rocking just a little bit against the toy as he slammed it into her, but that wasn't based on a thought, that was based on need!

She reached down, just above where the toy was stretching her. And her touch wasn't particularly gentle, because gentle wasn't cutting it, so, rough and kind of haphazard rubbing it was. And it turned all her noises into whines, her eyes finally closing and her brows knitting together with the effort of it all.

-- and then it all paid off, with a strangled sort of "oh, Hya, I'm, I'm" that just dissolved into her choking on air and then a deep, honestly pretty guttural moan as she showeved her hips down and every part of her body tensed right before the anticipation finally snapped into release with the toy buried deep inside her giving something solid for her muscles to flutter against, spent.