[ A gasp at that, and her eyes open wide, lips parted in surprise. Her face flushes an even deeper color, and whines quietly between short, labored breaths. Between her legs, her fingers press firmer, faster, and occasionally she shifts a little to let them dip down to tease at her entrance.
Her other hand hovers in the air—she wants to reach out and touch Sekhmet, or for Sekhmet to touch her more, but it doesn't feel like her right. Like she should have permission. ]
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Her other hand hovers in the air—she wants to reach out and touch Sekhmet, or for Sekhmet to touch her more, but it doesn't feel like her right. Like she should have permission. ]
—please, please, ah...