Thighs spread wide on the berth, giving Pharama the perfect view of his fingers burried in his dripping valve, Tarn doesn't have the presnce of mind to be embarrassed. His optics are dim and cloudy as he continues his punishing pace.

"What were you expecting? Isn't this what you've been wanting to see?" His voice is low and breathy as a thumb strokes his anterior node

"Have a good look, Pharma, surely you haven't suddenly become demure." He punctuates the taunt by burying another thick finger in the slick mesh with a soft squelch. If he's forced to be in this situation you'd better believe he'll find a way to be in control.