<strong>Zitka, Infirmary, Tagged: Tyson, Saki, Sayaka</strong><br/><hr/><br/>A low moan of pleasure escaped her lips as Tyson left a trail of kisses up her body. When he stopped, she ran her hands through his hair, kissing him lightly on his forehead. Zitka held onto his shoulders as he lifted her hips up. "B...better?" Zitka asked as Tyson repositioned himself. She gasped in surprise as he slammed into her, her small breasts moving with every thrust. It wasn't long before she felt herself starting to tighten around his cock again, waves of pleasure washing over her body.