"'—Raven — Raven I'm going to come again — please — please I need to—'" Nara's voice. Low. The specific, stripped-bare quality of someone who had removed all the layers and was speaking from the floor of themselves.
"'Ask properly,'" he said.
"'I'm asking PROPERLY — I am — PLEASE — Raven PLEASE—'"
PAH!
"'AAAHN~♡♡—like that — like THAT — RIGHT there — right there don't move — don't—'"
PAH! PAH!
"'AAAANGHHHH~♡♡♡~~~!!!'"
"'—your pussy,'" he said.
"'WHAT—'" She was still in the middle of it.
"'It's squeezing,'" he said.
"'It KNOWS — it knows it wants to keep you — it doesn't WANT you to—'"
PAH!
"'—HNGH~♡—'"
Preet, from somewhere nearby: "'Mine does that too.'"
"'I know,'" he said.
Preet made a sound that was not quite a laugh and not quite a moan. The specific, complicated middle sound of someone who is pleased by information and is receiving it at an inconvenient moment.
PAH! PAH!
"'AAAHN~♡—'"
"'Your boobs,'" he said.
"'What—'"
"'Look at them.'"
Preet looked down.
