[ There's a squeak and soft creaks of wood, Grace still panting softly with every movement. God, there were people who just wore these things for hours, for kink, how did they function as a normal human being? There was the sound of the sink running in the background, as Grace turned on the tap and washed the vibrator, cleaning it up to be tucked away into the nightstand. ]

Oh, I know. You always do. I keep thinking I'll get used to it, but you blow my mind every single time. Hurry, baby, I need you so bad.