[The moral of the story here is that she should definitely be more concerned with what he's doing, but once she feels the wall against her back that's what she braces on so that he only has to deal with keeping her steady. She goes back to tugging at his hair, grinding her hips into his a little. If she were in her own mind, again, she'd point out that while she doesn't have much in the way of limits he's literally fucking her in a hall where anyone could see. That's pretty fucking slutty.

But there's always room for more, isn't there? Especially with him.]

Ah but that way I can't - I wouldn't even get Sullivan or Octavio to touch me in that state! I'll have to beg until my voice is gone.

[Which isn't necessarily a bad idea, not by any means.] You'd have to reapply your cum constantly!