Kyria was lost in the feelings of the sex, the sound of their bodies meeting, the sound of her own moaning, the feeling of her breasts crushed against his chest and the pleasurable sensation of his cock ramming into her ass, all the way up to his balls. :If you want me to cum, then my ass isn't the place to be fucking markus!" but even as she said this, he squeezed her ass and his fingers set about pleasuring her. Her strong hands clenched onto markus's shoulders in a death grip, an iron vice honed by years of working with her hands, but his fingers plunging in when his cock wasn't was too much for her, she whimpered and a torrent of her bodily fluids escaped and her inner walls clenched, now she could feel every contour of markus's cock. "Oh god, give me more!"