[Hey, if she wants to come down, it's all good with him. Granted, he's far too busy to talk right now, but should he feel her slipping, he'll move his hands to support her hips instead. Whether she stands or sits doesn't matter to him. After all, this is only the prelude - he still needs much, much more. And the virus isn't beyond providing reminders of it; the first chance he gets to free his mouth, he tells her, desperate to the point of being nearly out of breath:]
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Fuck me...!