“Hurry up! I can’t.. be here all day.”

Dark, stringy fly-away’s cling to Caitlyn’s cheeks. Drool slicking her chin and down her neck from how much noise-making, she’s been doing. Her throat hoarse and her voice raw from having to use her vocal cords too much, every breath slightly pained. But, it was worth it.

She whines, low in her throat. Biting down on her lip to block any noises that had any chances of possibly escaping, eyes squeezed shut along with that. Trying to ignore the ache in her hips, the sparks lighting up her spine.

And, it’s humiliating. Utterly so.

Especially since she can’t see you.

“Oh, goddesses—“