[Her jaw clenches at the request that sounds like an order to her ears, zinging a feeling of pleasure up her spine.]

What would you be doing with your hands while you tasted me? [Her voice takes on a slightly gruffer tone as she does just as he asks, the sound of her belt being undone faint in the audio before her metal hand slides into her pants. Index and ring fingers slide low first into the dampness of her cunt before starting a slow grind against her clit. The moan she lets out is obvious even under her clenched teeth.] Mine would be curled into fists in your hair, forcing your mouth to stay just where it is.