[ Whoa, she's realizing now Ogre really wants all of her body. This... this could be the last point she could reasonably back out.]

...

[Instead, Your Name arches her back more. Push her ass against her hand more. Give more of a clearance for Ogre to slip her hand under her shirt more. Her face is completely flushed beet red to the point Ogre could probably feel heat emanating from it, but there's no resistance.

In fact... couldn't turn-about be fair play? Her hands start pawing at Ogre's back, sliding up and down her sides.]