[ Clutching at his shoulders, Wanda bows her head and ensures to properly grind down against him now. If he calls her a turtle, then she supposes she should make good on that by stopping her thrusting on him completely. She doesn't have a good comeback, not at this very moment as she instead closes her eyes and moans, liking how he moves inside her. ]

My knees hurt and you call me a turtle.

[ It comes out too breathily for her, but Wanda doesn't care. Her skin feels hot, her face is flushed, and her hair's sticking to her back and shoulders. She shakes her head, the ends of her hair brushing against his chest. She digs her fingers into his shoulders tightly, wanting to bruise him. When she tilts her head, she starts to move up and down his cock again, harder this time and as quick as she can muster, which must still feel slow to him. She doesn't look up at him, instead watching the way he disappears inside of her. ]

You've come twice now, Pietro. I am a generous turtle you should maybe be nicer to.