Galla moaned again, when his lips and teeth found the sensitive skin of her throat and took claim of it. "Oh, gods..." She whispered as she continued to move on his cock, her nether lips engulfing him, her muscles stretching to permit him entrance. Deeper and deeper. She did not fathom that her channel was that deep. Or that wet. She felt the scent of sex, a sweet, musky, heady smell, and it flowed all around them. It was animalistic. It was raw. It was sublime, and an intoxicated smile took birth on her face as she rode him, her cunt weeping more and more of its juices.<br/><br/>His strong hand roamed over her body, and when it came into contact with her full breasts, she arched her back, as if offering them to him. She placed one of her hands on his and followed him in his exploration. The sensations building within her were delicate at first. But they gradually began to change, flowing in another realm. The realm of carnal abandon. She opened her thighs more and used more of her strength to propel herself up and down his massive cock.