[Training] twice, just to be sure

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Flora's relief covers her thoughts like a misting tent on a hot day. She'd rather bruise the inside of her lips with her teeth and choke herself on Jack's cock than potentially--and gods if this isn't relatable--not have a perfect vagina. Better to give, than to get. Safer, anyway.

Looking up at Jack until the blue of his eyes is smeared away by the press of his lips against hers, it's with immediate enthusiasm that her hand folds into his that it might be guided down his body. Quickly though Flora shakes her fingers free of his that this might go at her own pace; not because she's nervous this time, but because she has it in her mind she can build up the anticipation on his part.

Flora's tongue grows lazy as her concentration moves to her fingers (though she is aware enough to arch her body off of the couch that his mind might be reminded of her curves). Pressing her nails down his thigh and then splaying her fingers outwards, it's in tandem with the flick of her tongue that the flat of her palm tries to seek out whatever interest she might have thusfar kindled, and gods if the damage of her upbringing didn't make pleasing Jack turn her on like nothing else.