[Nemesis presses back into Req's touch, spreading her thighs even more--lets the warm weight of Req's hand over hers slide further down, spark electric at her entrance before she pulls the wetness back north with a voiced little shudder]

It's--good...

[It's very good, almost too good. Her hips snap up faster, and her thighs tense, attempt to close around her hand, regardless of the phantom touch. Her other hand drifts from Req's thigh up to her own hip, fluttering as if not knowing quite where to go]

M-Marceline... I-- I want--