[Jester sucks in a breath as Fjord's finger, so much bigger and thicker than her own, slides into her with ease. She's had her own fingers, three of them, she's tried other toys before, but nothing really compares to having another person with her, touching her. She gnaws at her lower lip, trying to stifle the smile that comes with his compliment and failing at it. Instead, she lets out a blissful sigh, her tail coming around to wrap around Ford's waist, keeping him close.]
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Don't stop, okay?