<strong>Poor Tsang</strong><br/><br/>As his claws, raked through her black hair, she purred , the vibrations shooting up his length.  Her mouth moved again to those drooping balls, a little tighter now that they had released their contents into her womb.  She could still feel the weight of his seed inside her when she moved and felt trickles of it slide down her leg.  When she had licked his cock clean, she went back to the tip and popped it into her hot mouth, sighing and gasping around it, letting her tongue caress his slit and lapping up any remaining fluid.  His taste was unique, slightly acrid but not unpleasant.  Closing her eyes and wrapping both hands around his length, she lost herself in his cock.