[ She likes the compliment, but she's a little short on the time and presence of mind to savor it. His fingers are too distracting — a foreign and alien feeling, but not one that she wants to stop. She'd just begun moving with his fingers when he replaces them with his cock, which is a whole new startling thing to react to. She takes it with a sharp almost-gasp of a breath in. Then she pauses again, eyes half closed, just a few seconds short of bucking against that tight hold on her hips... but ultimately decides she doesn't want to fight it. No, this is good.
She finally refocuses on Dodger below her, fingers curling their blunt little claws into the skin of his chest, as she shifts in tiny, greedy little ways on top of him. The questioning look is clear even through the high and rising arousal on her face, though: now what? ]
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She finally refocuses on Dodger below her, fingers curling their blunt little claws into the skin of his chest, as she shifts in tiny, greedy little ways on top of him. The questioning look is clear even through the high and rising arousal on her face, though: now what? ]