Okay, pretty sure tail play is not going to be a thing. Whenever she flicked her tail like that, it generally meant she was getting tired of something. Having one himself meant he was a bit more  aware of it than your typical humanoid. Most never even bothered to check what was going on with them.<br/><br/>Tarrok's hand went to grab her slender rump firmly. His hand at her back roamed eagerly, up and down her back. His worn smooth palm glided across her skin. Every nuance, every shape and substance was becoming more and more familiar.<br/><br/>Now his hips picked up their pace, working toward their true intents. Hard, sudden thrusts in sent her lighter body bouncing on him. Aiko's body weight, and gravity, let her slide back down. Then the process repeated, a turbulent ride atop the dark skinned saiyan.<br/><br/>Tarrok didn't bother coming up for air during any of this. Even if he didn't enjoy her taste, which he did, he wanted to keep going just for what it did to her. Aiko felt like she was glued to him, for lack of any better description. That alone was rewarding enough to be worth the effort.