She wrapped a hand around the base of his cock and slid it upwards, then back to the base where she squeezed. "The only thing you can't do is let your lips touch my pussy," she said, "or more than a few drops of my nectar." She gave his cock an even harder squeeze as if to emphasize her own frustration. "As much as I want to... *need* is a better word, I--"<br/><br/>She stopped herself mid-sentence, growling something that sounded like frustration. She removed her hand from his cock and rested both hands on his chest for balance. Her pelvis left his thighs, lifted up and she slid the thick head of his enhanced cock between her netherlips, before shimmying and shaking her way down its entire length to envelop it whole in seconds. Melodic moans of ecstasy escaped her lips as she bottomed out. "Better," she purred, rocking gently with her hips from side to side and front to back. The iron grip her hands had on his cock came back, this time by exceptionally strong muscles. "I'm... sorry," she said, almost apologetically, I just... couldn't stand not having you inside me," she said, still riding him gently. "I should have asked first, but sometimes," she leaned forward, biting her lip before she kissed him, and kissed his right jawline, "I feel like I'm starving," she whispered in his ear, punctuating it with a light nibble.