"Ride me then,<em>your Majesty</em>." He continued playfully, investing himself into this little game as much as she did. Flashy didn't need to be told nor see her eyes that her excitement not only did not ebb away from their first clash, but it only made her all the more eager with the manner her slick cunny pressed her suggestion desperately against the thick crown that was simply aching for more.<br/><br/>But still, he took his own sweet time, lashing his tongue against her shoulders as one would with a flog, wishing to impart that very imagery against her skin as a vaguely-hinted promise of the darker pleasures that he could offer, and yet deigned her unworthy to savor. The simple cupping around her breasts gradually developed into a three-fingered clamp upon each of her nipples, rolling them about lightly as they were pinched, tugged, flicked and slapped at random with his thumbs, extending and drawing out that play and ending it with an open-palmed slapping of her teats that were sure to render her skin blush-red with soreness.<br/><br/>"You're so much like a bull at the fighting ring,<em>your Grace</em>. Lacking patience, and straining at the gates. Why, ride me as you will,<em>your Grace</em>, and the better you ride my cock, the better I shall regale the tale."