He continued to thrust, feeling her depths, feeling her warmth, her wetness, a pleasure not quite human as he was moved by her song.  He withdrew his lips from her breasts, and looked over her as his body moved in and out of her, and he looked at her lips, watched them move with the song moving form them, and he felt that he must kiss them, that they must be his.  He opens his mouth, and presses it to hers, pushing his tongue into her mouth as his dick thrust once more into her slit.