"Just please," says Adaline who, honestly, has very little practice at any kind of talking dirty. She has the momentary urge to cover her flushed face with her hands, but Krem told her not to move them so she leaves them where they are and closes her eyes for a moment instead. She moans, a little, at the way his fingers stretch her, at the brush of his thumb against her clit. "Please you can do whatever you want to me."