Honestly, she wouldn't complain. Perhaps a little in her body, and the way she moved into Futo's fingers, the soft noises she made, especially at the shock of pleasure that went through her at the pressure on her clitoris.

But then those fingers were slipping inside her, and she softly moaned Futo's name, drawing out the last syllable for as long as it took for those fingers to come to rest as deeply within her as she could. She relaxed, back, resting her head on Futo's shoulder with her back arched more, and her neck exposed, and her body tensing just a bit to keep herself pushed into those fingers.