[The thigh helps get him on the proper track, rather than keep him coasting on the sadistic high she inspires in him so easily. His fingers curl reflexively in her mouth and his hand comes off her throat to pull at the opposite hip. Jack makes encouraging noises against her neck, and the buzz in front of his eyes drowns out the sounds of the cleaning bots moving in to scrub the square clean of blood behind them.
Wait.
Ok, so thats a little bit of a mood killer, judging by the way he picks his head up just slightly off her skin and the tightening of his spine in frustration. His knuckles go white, but he slips his fingers from her throat and takes the time to wipe the saliva on Nisha's shoulder.
The buzz gets louder. Its not pleasurable anymore. Its just red.]
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Wait.
Ok, so thats a little bit of a mood killer, judging by the way he picks his head up just slightly off her skin and the tightening of his spine in frustration. His knuckles go white, but he slips his fingers from her throat and takes the time to wipe the saliva on Nisha's shoulder.
The buzz gets louder. Its not pleasurable anymore. Its just red.]
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