[ Fucked around and found out she likes him calling her daddy, apparently. Next picture: it's not a picture, actually, it's a video clip that's only a few seconds long. But that's all the time it needs to very clearly show her thighs spread wider, and her hips slowly rolling as she rubs herself with her fingers, the video cutting off just as she audibly breathes out a pleased sort of noise he's heard from her before. ]
[She can have a picture back of the tent in his pajama pants, showing that he's not touching himself. A show of what she gets to touch, next time she sees him. Quentin honestly doesn't know if she's as into denial as he is, or whether a picture like this is hot to someone who isn't as into denial as he is, but he's giving it a shot.]
[ Her interest in denial is mostly within the context of her being the one in control and denying the other so, this suits her just fine. Unseen: the way she gently bites at one of her fingers when she sees his picture because fuck yes she likes it. ]
hmmmmmmmmm maybe maybe i'll come thinking about you watching me not like this, within arm's reach maybe closer closer closer only you're not allowed to touch you or me you're only allowed to watch which, hm is that the same thing?
[ Followed by: another short clip that's focused on her hand between her legs. Even in the low, purple light it's easy to tell she's wet and that her fingers are slick, before she's pressing them inside herself with a little shudder and a moan as she presses one, two, three inside.
It's kind of obvious by now she's texting either one handed or with voice to text, likely through her own personalized screens rather than her device. ]
[ On one hand, she thinks she hardly needs him at this point. On the other, he's all she can fucking think about, her eyes are closed and she's imagining his hand on her, his fingers inside her instead, and she barely has the attention to type, even with her own hard light keyboard so-
Video. She's switched fully to video so he can see her, trembling thighs closed around her hand as finally she comes, moaning like she's done for him before as the feeling tenses and washes over her, kicking the last of the sheets still on the bed off as she rides the high and, eventually, comes down with a laugh. Messy and lazy, sure - she lets him have that, her thighs and her fingers when she withdraws them clearly slick from her own pleasured mess as she lays happily in bed catching her breath. ]
[It takes him a minute to answer. He's barely noticed that his own device has switched to video, so Sombra gets treated to a painfully horny look and a nerd who's a bit short of breath, panting lightly.]
You're amazing.
[God, he's so hard, but it's so good to just suffer it for awhile.]
[ With the high fading and her breath slowly coming back to her, Sombra stretches with a little laugh. Eyes half lidded as the cozy feeling of pleasure hums in her body, she grins at the look she sees in Quentin's face, thinking, quite quickly, that he's fucking adorable. What a good boy. ]
Hm, what about Daddy's good little slut? You really haven't touched without permission?
[He turns the camera around -- not turning on the back camera but physically flipping the phone -- so she can see when he pushes his blanket down. There it is, hard and needy under unrumpled pajama pants. He lets her get a good look before bringing the camera back to his face.]
[ Ah, good, very good, she likes seeing that and it reflects in the look on her face, the way she bites a little at her lip when she first sees it. Even if he's not looking at her, he'll be able to hear her making one of those pleased little hums she so often produces in the way she audibly exhales a breath. ]
Bueno. Daddy'll be with you in a few days to collect. Be ready for her.
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Yes please daddy
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[ Fucked around and found out she likes him calling her daddy, apparently. Next picture: it's not a picture, actually, it's a video clip that's only a few seconds long. But that's all the time it needs to very clearly show her thighs spread wider, and her hips slowly rolling as she rubs herself with her fingers, the video cutting off just as she audibly breathes out a pleased sort of noise he's heard from her before. ]
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good
no touching, just me
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Are you gonna come thinking about how bad I want to
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maybe
maybe i'll come thinking about you watching me
not like this, within arm's reach
maybe closer
closer closer only you're not allowed to touch you or me you're only allowed to watch
which, hm
is that the same thing?
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I'd just have to make you feel so good you don't feel like punishing me
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then you can touch me
use your hand on me, turbo slut
how many fingers?
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[ Followed by: another short clip that's focused on her hand between her legs. Even in the low, purple light it's easy to tell she's wet and that her fingers are slick, before she's pressing them inside herself with a little shudder and a moan as she presses one, two, three inside.
It's kind of obvious by now she's texting either one handed or with voice to text, likely through her own personalized screens rather than her device. ]
like this? 💜
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I want you to come thinking about me
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how bad turbo slut tell me how badly
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All messy and lazy
Come on, pretend it's my fingers, come
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Video. She's switched fully to video so he can see her, trembling thighs closed around her hand as finally she comes, moaning like she's done for him before as the feeling tenses and washes over her, kicking the last of the sheets still on the bed off as she rides the high and, eventually, comes down with a laugh. Messy and lazy, sure - she lets him have that, her thighs and her fingers when she withdraws them clearly slick from her own pleasured mess as she lays happily in bed catching her breath. ]
How's that, turbo slut?
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You're amazing.
[God, he's so hard, but it's so good to just suffer it for awhile.]
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[ With the high fading and her breath slowly coming back to her, Sombra stretches with a little laugh. Eyes half lidded as the cozy feeling of pleasure hums in her body, she grins at the look she sees in Quentin's face, thinking, quite quickly, that he's fucking adorable. What a good boy. ]
Hm, what about Daddy's good little slut? You really haven't touched without permission?
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Saving it for Daddy.
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Bueno. Daddy'll be with you in a few days to collect. Be ready for her.