Hei! [The protest (if it could really be called that) is muffled against her hand. The hand down her pants could be considered discreet, but there is nothing subtle about the way he's working her breasts. She wants to reach behind and grab his burgeoning erection, try to get revenge for this terrible teasing, but the way they're positioned, she's just not in a good angle for it. All she can really do is try not to draw attention to them as he fingerfucks her where anyone could see.
This is harder than it sounds -- not because of what he's doing, but because how much a part of her wants to draw attention to them. She can picture herself with Hei in the middle of the ring, where the fighters are now, fucking each other's brains out. Their usual struggle for control, the fight to see who can make the other come first, but with an audience. Some cheering as he pinches her clit and makes her scream, others cheering while she blows him, driving him crazy with her tongue. The fantasy is so hot, so real, that she doesn't even see the fighters anymore. She doesn't care who wins; her attention is completely on the way he's touching her.]
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This is harder than it sounds -- not because of what he's doing, but because how much a part of her wants to draw attention to them. She can picture herself with Hei in the middle of the ring, where the fighters are now, fucking each other's brains out. Their usual struggle for control, the fight to see who can make the other come first, but with an audience. Some cheering as he pinches her clit and makes her scream, others cheering while she blows him, driving him crazy with her tongue. The fantasy is so hot, so real, that she doesn't even see the fighters anymore. She doesn't care who wins; her attention is completely on the way he's touching her.]