Arlokk let out a low growl of pleasure and slowly started to thrust into her mouth.<span style="color: #006633"> "If I feel teeth I'll call in Brit and leave you at her mercy."</span>He would take his time enjoying her, but never giving her more than a few inches at a time. His pace quickened as her growls grew deeper signaling his impending release, but rather than burying himself in her he pulled back completely and let out a sigh.<span style="color: #006633"> "As good as I remember. But I know where you want me to bust, you're such a naughty kitty...</span>" He walked away and after some jerking, Whisperia was flipped onto her back with her legs spread wide. Wasting no time, Arlokk moved the rope from her crotch and with quickly hilted himself into her in one go.<span style="color: #006600">"Moan for me, make that sweet music that you can do well." </span>With a wide grin and a firm grip on her thighs, he was quickly hammering away at her with pleasured groans.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>