Tarrok let his unoccupied hand drift upwards, across plains of joyously quivering skin. Took a hand full of breast and gave it a squeeze. Rolled it around in his palm almost painfully slowly. Pinched at the rosey peak, teasing her just a little more.<br/><br/>Between her reactions and the grip she was getting on him, the saiyan decided to keep going where he was. Leaned into her, leveraging his greater body weight and mass. Dove in as far as he could, the wooden chair squeaking a little on the floor. Alternated between playing at her entrance and licking out her tunnel.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"Don't question my methods!"</span>Sage declared solidly. Crossed her arms in a subconscious imitation of the strongest person she knew. Then she ducked under the stinky pillow. Threw it right back, too, plapping against the far wall.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"Biological warfare has been banned under the treaties of proper warfare."</span>She scolded. It was one thing to slay a comrade in glorious battle. To defile the corpse and send it back in such a state? Truly his depravity knew no bounds or limits!