[ She doesn't even get a chance to form any words. She's already in such a state, already riled up and wound so painfully, painfully tight that when his fingers pinch instead of the rough stroking she'd been expecting, Ai breaks.

The sudden sharp spike of - something, perfectly on the razor's edge between pleasure and pain - tears a cry out of her throat. It's not even a word, it's barely even a sound, just raw, helpless need given voice as she comes, shaking and clenching and twitching around him, and he still hasn't stopped. ]

I - I love it, I love any way you touch me, I love it so much -

[- she babbles it without shame, the words spilling past her lips between one harsh gasp and the next. She's so overwhelmed and overstimulated it's almost unbearable but right now, she feels like if he stops then she just might die. ]

I'm so, so sick of being pretty and neat, you're the only one who'll make me dirty, so please...