"I haven't been licked clean yet," she purrs pointedly, her eyes blazing as she watches him stroke himself and plead with her, her body aching to give him everything he asks for, so much so that she has to move her hand, covering her folds as she presses down against it with a soft moan.

"Get me ready for your cock, my beautiful servant, I want you to make my cunt so hot and tight you're begging to let you come as soon as you get inside me." Normally Aerith is confident with him, but this is another level entirely. It almost feels like someone else is saying these things, but she knows the exhilaration rushing through her from being so unabashedly bold is all her, egged on by the way he runs with this mad idea so beautifully.