*Doctor Chakarvarti looked at Pheobe like she grew a second head. "Did you just rhyme a safe wornmm!" The made for a particularly sharp squeak, followed by a little whimper. She squeezes Pheobe's hand, well both of them, as the girl presses forward, sinking her thumb, and the rest of her hand into that sex, fluids welling around the intrusion, a soft slurp accepting the hand inside as she clamped, hard. Gritting her teeth, and feeling so dang full, she could only gasp and pant. "Wh, woah." She looked at Pheobe's wrist, her hand giving that other a squeeze. "I can't believe... Whoa." She just smiled, looking really proud of herself, Pheobe's movements working gaspy moans from her, Pamela leaning back as her other hand rests over where Pheobe's was planted inside of her.

"Goooood, don't say it like that!" She groaned, her heel pressing into Pheobe, coaxing her to continue as she picked her head up, shooting Pheobe a frown over her flushed tits. Slow squeezes drag at Pheobe, welcoming her in slowly but surly. The silence that hung over them carried anticipation with it, Pamela watching more and more of the girl's wrist slipping inside of her. "Oh my god, you're, god." She whispered, each movement forcing a small shudder from her legs, the pressure forcing pleasure to burst behind her eyes. She could barely feel the bite at this point, heck she could barely see at this point, her eyes almost closed, breathing deep, if uneven.

Pheobe was so deep, each flex of her hand, twitch of her fingers, forced little moans out of her. "Oh my god, it's like I can feel everything." The pressure was intense, like a heavy weight in her belly, warm, and hitting every last one of her sweet spots. The sounds of kissing reached her ears, those wet lips easing some of the oppressive pressure. Shifting her hips a little, she writhed on Pheobe's hand, tentative humps now a constant rocking on the other girl, barely moving an inch on her lover, to Pam it was one of the most intense moments of her sexual life, lip pinned between teeth, head whipping back and forth as she writhed. "N-Nooo, I don't, not yet! Don't let me cum yet Pheobe!" She begged, squeezing the girl's palm. "Please don't, I wanna, I want to feel this longer!" She was panting and pleading, gently rocks on the hand felt more like the furious fingering she was getting earlier than anything gentle, her hand pushing upon the small bump that Pheobe's formed.

Looking the other girl in the eye, Pam was the picture of need, her lips parted as she pants, red face and neck, hair pasted to her forehead with sweat while those tits bounced and swayed with each movement, dark little nipples peaked up. Naked for her lover in every way but that pristine labcoat, well it used to be at least, Pamela's cum was making quite the wet spot on it.