Annabelle is impressed by the longevity of Lauren's thrusting; she thinks it must be exhausting, but pleasure is probably a good motivator. Mostly, however, she's thinking about how good this feels. Soft, airy sighs and moans escape her; she unconsciously and anxiously shifts her legs, the painful ache inside growing.

"H-hold on, just one moment, slow down a bit," she manages, biting her lip. She glances over her shoulder again, eyes heavily half lid as she smiles slowly, looking mischievous. "This positioning is somewhat difficult—could you help me?" She reaches down, lifting the hem of her skirt as she looks at Lauren through the far corner of her eyes. "Pull them down."