O-Okay. [It's probably clear from the uncertainty in her voice, despite her clear excitement, that she doesn't often do things like this. Nebula lets out a gasp as she plunges her metal fingers back deep into her cunt, pumping them with increasing speed-- so much that it's getting hard to keep up with the words and what she'd do to him in return and what she'd like.
She didn't usually cede control like this, much preferring to give orders. The reasons she's not now are just as obvious as they are troubling. Her fingers grow more furious, but she manages to pant out words.] I want... I would want your cock to make me scream. My fingers are not going to d-do as good a j-job.
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She didn't usually cede control like this, much preferring to give orders. The reasons she's not now are just as obvious as they are troubling. Her fingers grow more furious, but she manages to pant out words.] I want... I would want your cock to make me scream. My fingers are not going to d-do as good a j-job.