[She laughs at that, thin and barely there because it's difficult to laugh when you're already verging on breathless, but there was an attempt. How is she holding up, huh? That's another funny question.]

I want you to fuck me until I don't remember how to count to three, and I don't even particularly care if I never walk again if it means you keep this up. [...] So I'm pretty good right now!

[To say the absolute least. He's being very cautious and giving with that lube, as any good partner would and should, but he might as well be sticking his length into a river. She bites at her lip, a little hesitant to say what's on her mind but, hey, it's a fantasy, right?]

I'll be better when you've put some eggs in me.

[Her delivery is a little wobbly, sorry Boxer.]