"Th-That's not-..." Her voice pitched higher again, feeling that tip grinding against her panties with clear intent. It was obvious even to her where this was going, and yet Satyr was still holding back enough to stop if she really wanted to. But she didn't want Satyr to slow down, not now.

"It's... you, actually." she admitted in a hurried, breathless voice. "I wanted you to..."

She interrupted herself with another soft, moaning gasp, feeling her thighs squeeze around the shaft again, and her hips grinding back against Satyr's insistent thrusting. It might have been an unconscious move, her body reacting by instinct, but it sent a clear signal she wasn't denying.

{ooc: Always meant to continue this, decided to give it a try instead of tagging you on something newer. Though I could always do that instead if this is difficult to jump back into...!}