She bit her lip as Illya encouraged them both, and as the first shivers of arousal passed she began to move with Solo, rocking her hips as he slid in and out of her, the angle changing to make Solo's cock graze against her G-spot and make her moan. Her nipples were peaked hard already, rubbing against her partner's chest and the gentle prickle of hair. Unlike Illya, though, she was not thinking about speaking solely English and slipped into a German-Russian mix.

"Pozhaluysta, ne ostanovit--" she panted, voice stuttering and interrupted by her body jerking as her head fell back. "Möchte sie beide, Illya..."