On the first thrust, the lizard man is forced to briefly slowdown, his body tensing as he encounters a slightly resistance that proves painful, or at least uncomfortable. This soon vanishes however and, unable to pace or control himself, your captor throws himself at you repeatedly, enjoying the feeling of a woman’s body, his nailed fingers digging into the flesh your shoulders. His cock feels larger than that of a human, but not by much. More of a problem is his leaning forwards, placing his weight, considerably greater than an adult male, on the front of your frame, which you struggle to bear with only one arm.