[Tryse makes her own little noise at that flinch, that squeeze, then straightens. She takes a firm grip of the rope around Aloy's back. She could tease. Make Aloy say it. Maybe she will, later. But for now, she just wordlessly draws back, and then-
It's not a gentle rocking any more. Her hips clapping against Aloy's are audible. Nor is it just a single, gentle push. Aloy wants a taste? Aloy's getting a taste. Tryse bites her lower lip, wishing she could see the redhead's face as she starts thrusting in earnest. Not as hard as she could, maybe, but definitely deserving the term 'rough'.]
Re: [Aloy] Turn 5 - Square 12
It's not a gentle rocking any more. Her hips clapping against Aloy's are audible. Nor is it just a single, gentle push. Aloy wants a taste? Aloy's getting a taste. Tryse bites her lower lip, wishing she could see the redhead's face as she starts thrusting in earnest. Not as hard as she could, maybe, but definitely deserving the term 'rough'.]