With a strong arm thrown around her slender neck and the surprisingly soft lips of a savage making their best effort to devours Nisha’s own the tiefling all but surrenders to the kiss. Her body trembles both from the heated passion of the moment as their tongues battle , and of course the pleasure that came from Tyl’ra’s velveteen walls squeezing against her engorged cock. Each inch felt like pure bliss, a moment in the fields of Elysium that was all too brief and as Tyl’ra ground her hips back up against Nisha’s with every inch that sunk deeper into her the tiefling could not help but groan and whine back against her lips.<br/><br/>As the kiss breaks and they both part for air Nisha takes a deep, shuddering breath and looks down at her lover with a wicked little smile on her face. The demon-touched woman’s hair is a mess and sticks to her body in various places and a string of saliva from the passionate embrace of their lips glistens in the air between them, suspended like a bridge before it breaks. “Nnn… so good..” Her body shudders again and as Tyl’ra ground herself all the more against Nisha’s fat prick the tiefling let out a whiny little moan. There was no more holding back, it was clear what Tyl’ra wanted and Nisha was going to give it to her. “ So I suppose c-calling you my desert flower is not allowed?”<br/><br/>The quip was followed not by a laugh or the usual raising of an eyebrow the tiefling was so fond of but the smooth movement of the impish woman’s hips backwards before they come forward against in a deep,hard thrust. The rhythm the tiefling sets is not gentle but it is slow and with each and every slap of her thighs against Tylra’s her shaft spreads the woman’s sex wide with its thickness. The wet sounds of their joining fill the air as do the little moans of Nisha as her lover’s walls seize around her prick but she bites her lip and lets out a little growl. It was perhaps completely ridiculous coming from the smaller tiefling but she was trying to perhaps give Tyl’ra was she was used to.<br/><br/>Her cheeks burn red and her pace quickens as does the staccato slap of their thighs together  and each thrust only makes her ragged breath more labored before she leans down, claiming her ‘desert flower’ like the elf had done to her earlier. Teeth seize skin and lips for a seal and she suckles hard, enjoying the salty taste of Tylra’s skin against her tongue as she marks the woman as her own, just below the ear.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>