PAH! PAH! PAAAH!
"'WAIT — WAIT — something's — I'm — RAVEN — I'm going to—'"
"'I know,'" he said.
His hand.
Moving from her hip to the front of her. Finding the specific, precise location above where he was — pressing. The heel of his palm.
"'NOOOO—'"
PAH!
"'AAANGHHHH~♡♡♡~~~!!!'"
The squirt came hard enough to splash the stone and his stomach and hit the edge of the pool.
The specific, immediate, uncontrolled volume of it — her whole body going rigid, the stone-grip releasing as both her hands found his forearms instead, her back completely arched off the surface, her boobs lifted by the arch, the nipples catching the air, her mouth open in the full, honest, opened-up sound of someone whose body had voted on something and overruled every other consideration.
Her eyes widened.
"'Why — why did I just—'"
PAH.
"'HNGH~♡—'"
He didn't stop.
Nara was watching from three feet away.
