"Mouth, cunt, now."

She can do that.

(And she's pretty good at it, too.)

And for her part, she's going to press the thing's head closer against her, a slight gasp escaping her lips.

Cara is really going at it! For a doll with no agency, she sure can use her tongue well. 

She loves doing this, loves serving her master like this, loves being a perfect little doll, used and ordered around by her Vera... 

She's going to use this. Fingers tightening in Cara's hair, breath coming faster now.

Just this. Just the feeling of Cara's mouth on her, the mechanical perfection of someone following orders without thought or hesitation. No choices to make except whether to pull her closer or push her away.

She rocks her hips forward, chasing the sensation.

The sensation continues to mount! Cara's body sure seems like it knows what it's doing here, and the guiding makes it feel better than anything Vera has ever experienced before. 

Her legs are trembling. She grips Cara's hair tighter, using her as an anchor. The room spins slightly - too much sensation, too much everything.

"Don't stop," she gasps out, even though she knows Cara won't. Can't. Not without being told.

She sure can't! 

She can get a bit more creative with her tongue, though.