Had Annie not been close already, that would have skyrocketed her there. Getting to see Diego come when they were face-to-face (usually pretty literally) was always amazing; getting to see the entire thing play out, without her view being hindered by her own body at all, was breathtaking.

Annie murmured a soft, ragged, "Oh, fuck, Diego," her gaze flicking from his face to his stomach to his hand before her eyes illuminated and she was falling completely apart. The camera shifted just a little bit again as her back arched and Annie was left writhing against her hand, any and all hesitation or shyness utterly abandoned in favor of how fucking great this felt.