[ The mewls Weiss makes out of the pleasure she receives isn't something she holds back. She'll be embarrassed about it later, but right now when her head is swimming in want, she doesn't seem to notice that the volume of the sounds she's been making has gotten a little louder. Still soft, because these noises are exclusively for Cloud, but they're definitely not at whisper level anymore.
Her hold on him grows a little tighter. Her hand bunches up his vest—what she can of it, anyway—while the other trails downwards. They were going to continue where they left off. They'd completely fast forwarded, or at least, Cloud has, and Weiss is trying to match his pace. As such, her other hand moves to his crotch. Admittedly, the positioning is a little awkward, but she reaches for where his cock might be through his pants, anyway. As much as she wants to feel him in her—whether it's his fingers or something else—she also wants to feel him and touch him. ]
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Her hold on him grows a little tighter. Her hand bunches up his vest—what she can of it, anyway—while the other trails downwards. They were going to continue where they left off. They'd completely fast forwarded, or at least, Cloud has, and Weiss is trying to match his pace. As such, her other hand moves to his crotch. Admittedly, the positioning is a little awkward, but she reaches for where his cock might be through his pants, anyway. As much as she wants to feel him in her—whether it's his fingers or something else—she also wants to feel him and touch him. ]