Her arousal hit ninety-nine.
I pulled back. Looked at her — flushed, tear-streaked, her breasts heaving, her nipples wet and swollen, her body trembling with the need for something she did not know how to ask for.
I pulled her trousers down. Her pants — the military-style trousers she wore beneath her armor — came away with a tug, revealing her underwear. White. Practical. Soaked.
I removed them. Her pussy was visible — blonde hair, neatly trimmed, the lips swollen, the slit glistening with arousal. The Pleasure Mapping highlighted her clitoris — a small, rigid pearl at the top of the slit, glowing in my vision.
I leaned down. Kissed it.
"AAAAAANGH—!!"
The sound was a scream. Her entire body convulsed, her hips bucking upward, her hands flying to my head, her thighs clamping around my ears. The Touch Amplification had turned a simple kiss into a detonation.
