[Jester lets out a tiny squeak of a whimper as she reads those words, her face flushing hot. Well, she has her work cut out for her, doesn't she? Her fingers slide up between her thighs to mirror the words Fjord is telling her, finger pressing into the cleft just barely apparent through the fabric.
Slowly.]
gods that feels so good i arch my back to press into that finger you can feel exactly how turned on i am...
no subject
Slowly.]
gods that feels so good
i arch my back to press into that finger
you can feel exactly how turned on i am...