<strong>Isoke Naota<br/>Dorm A Hallway<br/>Tagged: Anya</strong><br/><br/>An eager smile spread across his face as his harpy seemed more than willing to go along with his suggestion.  As her arms went around his neck, his hands naturally found their way to her hips and pressed her pelvis firmly against his throbbing length.  Before he could come up with a reply of his own, Isoke's lips were preoccupied by the feeling of Anya's own that prevented him from speaking.  The feeling of her tongue brushing against him coaxed his lips to part so that it could slide into his mouth where his own tongue would be eagerly awaiting their reunion.  Once he felt its warmth, he let out a heated moan.<br/><br/>Isoke's libido could never get enough of her, of that he was positive.  The moment they locked lips in a deep kiss, his hips were gyrating forward to press his manhood more firmly against her to prove the desire she inspires within him.  He would wait to figure out how Anya wished to feed this time around before taking any action to actively help her along.