Molakatar's hands were busy on her breasts, getting a bit more rough as her head bobbed on his member with abandon. No woman had ever thrown herself into this like she had, and his breath hissed in and out as she did so. He wasnt sure what the Forsaken was doing, but her reaction was sending his own body into a frenzy of need. Though sadly with her being sealed off he couldnt simply just slam into her. With her breasts in one of his hands he shiftedd the other up to the back of her head, gripping her hair and guiding in his own way, her movements.<br/><br/>He was too occupied to notice the man's withdrawal as he kept her head bobbing up and down onto him. He almost didnt stop as he felt himself close yet again. But he slowed his movements and wondered if she was the type, and wasnt sure how he'd feel about it. He did also notice that the man was quite large for a Forsaken, maybe something dealing with the shadows. Most tauren men would have seen that and get jealous, however Molakatar was bigger both in size and stature then most so he wasnt too far off.<br/><br/>Molakatar pulled her head back a bit, breathing heavily and tilted his head to her in question. "Dont leave me out of the equation now." He chuckled, speaking to Ithalin. "Course I think she'd more prefer to just be fucked senseless." He grinned already knowing that was one of the things she enjoyed.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>