[Her thighs pull back towards each other, partially just to feel Req's grip on her leg, partially to secure those fingertips in place--urge them up closer, more securely against her. Partially because holding still just feels impossible, her skin is just too sensitive to have even that much control.

With a little keening noise, Nemesis turns her head; fails to find Req's lips either. Leans forward, better to grind into their hands--shudders, leaning back to just the brush of their fingers. In the mirror, her hair spills back over nothing, there's only herself shamelessly reacting to the phantom touch. Her free hand comes up to grip at her breast, and she whines again at the feel and the sight of it]

C-can't hold out anymore... I-I'm gonna...

[Even as she speaks, the steady rhythm of her hips begins to falter, going jerky as holding on becomes less and less of a possibility]