Her head's a little clearer now that an orgasm isn't such a pressing concern and that means Dove can let the shame and guilt creep into her again. She's disgusting, getting off on her sister's face and then licking it off her cheeks as if it's nothing. Her fluids are sour on her tongue and regret is spreading in her gut even as Rose jerks her into a new position and Dove manages to get her hands up to catch herself just in time.

She's vulnerable like this, unable to watch what Rose is doing and there is an animalistic part of her that throbs at that thought. It's a baser instinct, not happy with just that orgasm and wanting her sister insider her so it feels more complete. She feels it course through her even as her gut twists and Rose presses herself to her slit and Dove can't help the moan she makes, bucking her hips back on instinct. "Rose," she groans, and it's both pleading for mercy and begging for more, two different sides of Dove with their own wants at war with each other. "Rose, please."