The redhead adjusts awkwardly against Torins fingers at first, his slow probing isn't pleasurably, however it is slightly odd. There isn't any rhythm, or any steady pace, it only starts to enrage, confuse and frustrate her. Just as shes about to say something snarky , Cyrine makes the slightest yelp of pleasure as the thick fingers make contact with her most sensitive flesh. The liquor, adrenaline, and need start to overtake her.  Shes confused, and endlessly turned on.  "Captain.." she blurts out as her breath starts to catch in her throat.<br/>Her eyes are slammed shut. Her mind clearly elsewhere- but that was all established long long ago.<br/>Trails of wetness start to drip down Torins hand, as her hips start to buck slowly and rhythmically against him.<br/><br/>As strange as this was..it was something new. Something so frightfully awkward turned in to a meeting of convenience and lust. While the redhead had experienced lust before on several occasions..its never been to this extent. Her head starts to lull back as her jaw gapes open just enough. She runs her thin fingers through the back of Torins hair and holds his mouth to her neck. "Harder." she gasps, not specifying what in particular should change.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>