[ There's a whole lot of manhandling going on without any warning. Rey doesn't have time to register it. At most, there's a split second where she grunts out a guttural noise of surprise, and then she's being confronted with her fluctuating, rampant hormones. Arms. Chest. Shoulders. It's probably better for the both of them that her brain is shorting out; otherwise, he might have inadvertently startled her into clawing and spitting at him like some stray desert cat being picked up for the first time. ]
Yes. [ She says once she locates her voice, pretending to overlook the rough scrape it has become. She wouldn't have suggested it if it wasn't fine, she wants to impatiently snipe. Instead, she curbs the urge by clamping her teeth down onto her tongue and wriggles around experimentally. Yes, this is fine. Her ass is too bony for it to be comfortable without squirming, but she eventually settles into her new position. ] Why wouldn't it be?
[ Aside from the staring contest she's engaging in with his chin, lest her eyes start to wander where they shouldn't. ]
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Yes. [ She says once she locates her voice, pretending to overlook the rough scrape it has become. She wouldn't have suggested it if it wasn't fine, she wants to impatiently snipe. Instead, she curbs the urge by clamping her teeth down onto her tongue and wriggles around experimentally. Yes, this is fine. Her ass is too bony for it to be comfortable without squirming, but she eventually settles into her new position. ] Why wouldn't it be?
[ Aside from the staring contest she's engaging in with his chin, lest her eyes start to wander where they shouldn't. ]