A low rumble resembling a laugh escapes his throat as he casually starts to tear at the fabric that covers her. "You're not very bright, are you?" He asked. He picked her up again only to stick a fat digit between the lips to her sex, wriggling it a bit as he desires a little taste.<br/>"No, you're much more like a turkey. Fat, and with little survival skills. " He kept running his finger in and out of her expertly, grinding against her G-Spot.