[ Amongst her friends, Weiss is usually the one who thinks most. She's conscious of her surroundings, familiarising herself with everything that's going on, because a small mistake could lead to big disasters. Not to mention, she grew up being very critical of everything—most importantly, herself—that she has to watch out for literally everything.
At this time, though, whatever Weiss built herself up to be is replaced by another person altogether. One who's lost sight of her surroundings. One whose focus is solely on the pressure she can feel, the pleasure welling up inside her that's about to burst, the desperate need for more because this isn't enough and she's so, so close, she can feel it.
It's unintentional, but her inner walls tighten around Cloud with each thrust. It's as if she's squeezing him each time, clinging onto him but letting go so that for a brief second more, she can feel more of him. And it definitely heightens the pleasure, so much so that her strained moans get louder and louder until she's practically crying out Cloud's name over and over, the pillow on her head getting bunched up all the more at the same time. ]
i am the slowest...
At this time, though, whatever Weiss built herself up to be is replaced by another person altogether. One who's lost sight of her surroundings. One whose focus is solely on the pressure she can feel, the pleasure welling up inside her that's about to burst, the desperate need for more because this isn't enough and she's so, so close, she can feel it.
It's unintentional, but her inner walls tighten around Cloud with each thrust. It's as if she's squeezing him each time, clinging onto him but letting go so that for a brief second more, she can feel more of him. And it definitely heightens the pleasure, so much so that her strained moans get louder and louder until she's practically crying out Cloud's name over and over, the pillow on her head getting bunched up all the more at the same time. ]