Artimer could not help it but to let out loud moans and whimpers of pleasure. He loved the feel Clairissa's inner walls were giving him. It was like she was milking him for every drop, and he was only to willing to give it all to her. He watched as her breasts moved to the motion, the small trickles of sweat making traces down her skin, and the way her hair fell over her shoulders, it all brought him closer to that edge. He was at Clairissa's mercy to get there.