She cries out a little, but it's hardly protesting. She's curious, unsure how it will feel, but she aches at the thought of it and when the sensation hits the cry turns breathy and shuddering.

"Oh, oh, Dios-- oh--"

Her lashes flutter. Her hands grip Garrett's arms, holding tight, digging in out of a need to grip something while the rest of her body trembles. Her head rolls back whilst a series of moans, whines, and whimpers slip out.

It does feel good. It does feel perfect. She's been neglecting and neglected. Her hand goes down to tangle briefly in his hair, as though to thank him, before gripping his arms again.

"You're- oh god, ah-- amazing. Ah...!"