Before she got halfway up, you tightened your grip on her tail and pulled hard, forcing her back onto you, driving yourself back in so that you were pressing as deep into her as possible, getting a surprised yelp followed by a moan in response. The impact of your hips on her flank sent a ripple through the full cheeks. As her bottom came down from the bounce, you pulled back, your jaw clenched as her velvet soft folds and crazy tendrils seemed to cling and pull you back in, not wanting you to leave, but as you nearly yanked yourself all the way out, you drove yourself back in. You were still adjusting to the exotic contents of Chrysalis' meat sleeve, but you repeated the motions, starting to work up a rhythm so that you stopped wasting movements and kept the friction going.