Tarrok needed Aiko too, bad enough it was painful. Straightening his back, he brought her up with him. They were both on their knees, sitting up with him supporting and loving her at once. Downside was, he couldn't nibble on her ear now. Aiko was just too short, so with her pelvis against his her head was just below his enough to be out of reach.<br/><br/>Good thing he had something else in stock for her. One arm locked around her, holding her tight against him like a rollbar. His free one went to the top of her head. Then, on top of everything else, he began to pet his kitty.<br/><br/>He didn't want this to stop, the way her intimacy squeezed and relaxed over his shaft. They had no interest in playing it slow, and no one to fear interruption. His thrusts came fast, wild and passionate. A low growl filled his chest as kept going, animal satisfaction high and potent. Aiko could feel his member throb inside her, a tempo in his tempo. It was like he was a machine, running hot and perfectly capable of doing so for the rest of the day.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"My cat."</span>