[She certainly has an advantage over Soundwave when it comes to experience (the human kind in particular), and she will certainly appreciate what she could learn from Hazuki's knowledge. She only ever had sex twice in this form, both times with the same person, and she had learned a lot to become this mess of a person, begging to be dominated. If Soundwave has a good feel of her muscles underneath Hazuki's clothes, she would admire them. But no, right now she's the one being pleasured greatly, and that's the focus apparently.
Soundwave hisses at the spot she sucked on, hands planted onto the wall behind her, and then she purrs. Purring in her throat over the healing Hazuki's doing by licking said spot. Great. How lovely.
Hazuki's such a tease, making her believe for a moment that she intended to not do what she requested. And she likes her for it. In any other circumstances, Soundwave hated to have her emotions be played around with, but in this particular scenario, she finds herself loving the person doing it to her.
There's a whine in her throat as the other woman's hand goes down to where she wanted it to be, nubs of tears fresh out of the corner of her eyes, anticipating the great ecstasy of Chroma from touching her below... For the fingers to plunge deep into her awaiting pussy. But nothing comes. No, she wants her to continue begging for what's in her mind. Her fingers are on her entrance, teasing her again. So cruel and yet she's never been so turned on by someone before.
Her brows furrowed with impatience. But again, her tone is hushed, quivering:]
Two f-fingers. Inside. Be as rough as you like... Please.
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Soundwave hisses at the spot she sucked on, hands planted onto the wall behind her, and then she purrs. Purring in her throat over the healing Hazuki's doing by licking said spot. Great. How lovely.
Hazuki's such a tease, making her believe for a moment that she intended to not do what she requested. And she likes her for it. In any other circumstances, Soundwave hated to have her emotions be played around with, but in this particular scenario, she finds herself loving the person doing it to her.
There's a whine in her throat as the other woman's hand goes down to where she wanted it to be, nubs of tears fresh out of the corner of her eyes, anticipating the great ecstasy of Chroma from touching her below... For the fingers to plunge deep into her awaiting pussy. But nothing comes. No, she wants her to continue begging for what's in her mind. Her fingers are on her entrance, teasing her again. So cruel and yet she's never been so turned on by someone before.
Her brows furrowed with impatience. But again, her tone is hushed, quivering:]
Two f-fingers. Inside. Be as rough as you like... Please.