Kyria was loathe to admit it, but she was starting to enjoy herself, every time markus drove himself up to the hilt within her, it came out wetter. The sound of her ass meeting his lap was accompanied by newly uttered moans and her thighs and calves flexed against the tight material, and with them, markus's own. Kyria gave in to her own urges and craned her head back and met Markus's own lips, diving her tongue in. Her position was made even more strange by the tremendous difference in size, Kyria only stood at a measly 5,2 making her seem exaggeratedly small by comparison.