Kyria dutifully bobbed her head up and down markus's cock, even as he was declaring that she would have to work harder to get her prize. Upon his finishing of the proclamation, kyria raised her head, but kept squeezing and sliding her tits up and down the shaft, her own spit, freshly applied as the lube. Kyria frowned, if sultry and slutty didn't work quite as well, she would try a different approach. She looked markus directly in the eyes and softened her own watery cobalt eyes, and adjusted her on knees stance to be more timid, knees met in a V and back arched more extremely. She spoke quite suddenly in a sad little girl voice. "But good girls get to drink their cum right? I've been a good girl?" Right after, she placed markus's hands on her head and placed her lips on the head of his cock, still looking at him, watery eyes and all, still shaking her ample tits.