Zebel's fingers curled at the back of Keith's neck, holding his face closer to her neck as she tipped to the side for his access. There was a soft murmur, enjoying those kisses, though the adding pressure between her thighs from his invasion was almost more then she could handle. It hurt, considering it had been so long since she had ever acted in this sort of role. Yet his invasion perhaps wasn't what bothered her the most, though rather her thigh that had been jammed into twice by Max's knee. It was stiff and painful as she straddled Keith between her thighs.<br/><br/>"Its ok... its just my leg..."<br/><br/>Her teeth scraped over her low lip as she pushed with her legs, feeling the tip of him enter into her, it was big and it filled the void there. Zebel was fuzzy in the head as she seemed to just hold on for dear life. Her fingers ground her nails to the back of his neck as her hips seemed to move accordingly to his own. Moving back against his so that he slipped a little deeper into the confines of her womanhood.<br/><br/>"This feels good.... better then I ever remembered it to be..."<br/><br/>There was a furrow of her brows as she tired to remember it ever being this gentle, there just wasn't a time she could recall it. Yet what could be expected when she had done this all of twice in her complete sexual life?