The ruins of the leather belt-shirt were tossed onto the bar without any further consideration. When Phos had leaned further forward than intended, he felt the head of his cock slide along her soaked pussy lips. With a single lash of his hand he got a fist full of her flared out hair and the back of her neck. Sokar abruptly jumped out of his stool and used his strength to pick her up and push her chest against the bar with the slap of her heavy tits squishing against the bar. He bent his knees to lower himself slightly and - still gripping her neck to pin her - used his other hand to grip the base of his cock and slip it just barely between the lips of her warm, dripping pussy.<br/><br/>"This isn't a game anymore, ya little slut. Ya be wetter than t'bay outside. He leaned forward, his lips and tusks brushing against her ear before whispering. "Ya sure ya can wait?" In leaning, his slickened cockhead slipped ever so slightly into her. "I wanna hear ya say it." He took his hand from his cock and gave her ample ass a flat-palmed slap, leaving a red, three fingered mark. "Say it. I know fuckin' be what ya kind good for."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>