She knows the shapes Rose's finger makes all too well, almost feels like the nail is cutting a groove into her skin. And while she tries to hold it back her whine is soft, choking off into a gasp and she bucks against Rose's mouth, body pushing itself up onto tiptoes, said toes curled tight in patent leather shoes. It's hard, it's impossible and though she doesn't mean to her hand tightens in Rose's hair.

"Rose, Rose, please, please I can't I really can't." Another choked sound, almost like a sob and she jerks, half trying to move away from the assault on her clit, knowing she's not going to last if she stays where she is.