She's already past asking permission, fingers pressed firm against slick, swollen flesh, thighs trembling with the effort of holding back what her body refuses to contain.

The question hangs in the air between you — rhetorical, deliberate — her eyes locked onto yours while warmth spreads across your skin in a sudden, shuddering rush.

Upset? Your hands grip her hips tighter, pulling her closer rather than away, answering without a single word as she gasps and gives you everything she promised.