Yeah. I am. [There's a surprised, goofy pleasure in her voice, puppy dog excitement.
She raises herself up off him, misjudging the distance, so he pops out of her. Oops. She fumbles to put him back inside. When she continues, she's more careful not to raise herself too high. She begins a steady rhythm, slow, getting used to this position.
Her back is a little sore from being hunched over and contorting, so she sits up straight. It gives her an opportunity to watch him as she moves, and drag her nails across his chest.]
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She raises herself up off him, misjudging the distance, so he pops out of her. Oops. She fumbles to put him back inside. When she continues, she's more careful not to raise herself too high. She begins a steady rhythm, slow, getting used to this position.
Her back is a little sore from being hunched over and contorting, so she sits up straight. It gives her an opportunity to watch him as she moves, and drag her nails across his chest.]