It only got all the more intense, their tempo increasing with each passing moan-filled minute. Anon released his grip on her mane, using his free hand to hold onto her hip to better steady himself, as well as accelerate the rate at which he could slam into her. She didn’t falter either, throwing her ass back into him with even more ferocity, sheer desire to pleasure her Master driving her every movement. The collar around her neck shimmered, the magic within seemingly preparing for what was to inevitably come. It sensed their lust, and it was more than happy to begin its own part of this romp.