[ A bit of sputtering is unavoidable here, but once drawing breath trough her nostrils, her tension releases with a moan. Fingernails audibly scrape the fabric of his trousers as she grips his thighs. Grell is keen to continue pleasuring him as he desires; however, once her gaze rises to meet his once more, the hunger in her eyes makes it clear that she'd love nothing more than to climb onto his lap. ]
no subject