Ryann's bright eyes slipped closed as she fell deeper into Ammon's generous use of her eager body, no resistance as he yanked her head back to rest against his broad shoulder.  His words though, his words filled her with confusion. Was he claiming her, the woman, or simply that between her legs? How could he think to claim her in any capacity? Somehow though, somehow his claim alone caused her desire to rise even more. Then his mouth was devouring her own hungrily, and all thoughts were dashed from her mind. Let him claim her, she would gladly give! Lifting a hand to tangle fingers through his wet, dark mane she rode him with a fervor as her tongue battled with his. Their union became more wild, Ammon's hips slamming so wonderfully hard against her own he practically lifted her feet from the ground. When her release came, it was no slow thing. One moment she was concentrating on the sensation of his throbbing shaft invading her depths, and the next her orgasm tore through her like a storm, flowing from her groin to wash her entire body in delicious sensations. She pulsed around Ammon's thick cock, her juices gleaming on her tensed thighs, coating him with her silken release. Her cries of delight filled the bathhouse, body shuddering uncontrollably as her nails sought purchase in any available flesh upon her partners body.