[ Konoka's higher thinking is shut off, and sealed away. Only the moment exists, and the moment is pleasuring herself. She rocks her hips on those fingers, with nothing but wanton desire. While she isn't wildly rocking herself, there's little control on her face as she ruts against Pidonus's fingers.
It was probably for the best that she did not remember the Incident. ]
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[ Konoka's higher thinking is shut off, and sealed away. Only the moment exists, and the moment is pleasuring herself. She rocks her hips on those fingers, with nothing but wanton desire. While she isn't wildly rocking herself, there's little control on her face as she ruts against Pidonus's fingers.
It was probably for the best that she did not remember the Incident. ]