"Yes," she breathed shakily, squeezing his cock and he bit his lip hard and rested his forehead on her shoulder for a moment, struggling to regain control. He found the wet heat of her pussy with his hand and slid his fingers over slippery folds, tweaking her clit and she swayed and moaned and buried her face against his chest. He played with her, taking his time, holding them both up with his maimed arm, ignoring the pain spiking through the limb in favour of dipping his fingers into her cunt, curling them and making her cry out, thoughtless and instinctive.