[ Oh, she hears that, mister. Hilda would huff if she weren't so busy kissing him, but she does swat him lightly between the shoulders. There's absolutely no force behind it, though--she's enjoying herself way too much, after all.
And when he curls his finger, Hilda lets out a louder moan. She knows he likes when she's loud, and besides... she couldn't hold back if she tried. She does manage enough braincells to get her shirt off, though, and beneath it... matching bra. You're welcome, Balthus. ]
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And when he curls his finger, Hilda lets out a louder moan. She knows he likes when she's loud, and besides... she couldn't hold back if she tried. She does manage enough braincells to get her shirt off, though, and beneath it... matching bra. You're welcome, Balthus. ]