As his steady rhythm started the volume of her screams subsided, and she commented each of his thrusts with a little moan, sigh or "Oh yes..." of hers. She no longer was in her cat role, and just made noises as she felt like. The way his belly slapped against her back was an interesting touch to the act, something the perfectly sculpted slaves in the bath had not been able to offer, although they had had other assets.<br/><br/>As his pounding continued she decided to give him a little treat, and every time he was deep inside her she would contract the walls of her wet tunnel around him, almost gripping him. And these muscles were quite strong, like the rest of her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>