A quick gasp as he caught her tongue... Her slender hands came up to her breasts, running long fingers over the wet mounds of flesh, loving the feel. As he pressed his lips to hers, she moved 'I love you, slave'. Slave was an endearing pet-name for her favorites. She only called a few that... Most were 'female' or 'male', unless she was in a bad mood.<br/><br/>She fought back with her tongue, nipping his lightly. Slowly, she shifted her legs to bring her knees up on other side of him. "Bite me, puppy.." She was becoming more playful... It was rare for her to beg for something, but when she did, it meant she was in a mood for a lot of fun. She brought her hands up to play in his messy black hair.