Tarkus gave a low groan as Layla put her hands to his lengthy cock while rubbing her slit against his flesh. Her participation had made him forget about his questions of the marks on her body, for now. There were much more important things to concern himself with.<br/><br/>He continued to suck and nip at her neck and up to her earlobe, his hands squeezing and caressing her full, heavy breasts while she toyed with his shaft and slid her pussy against it. It was a thrilling but unusual sensation touching another woman in this way, as Aisha had been his every desire for years now.  There was certain heaviness in his heart, to be sure, and an instinctive guilt that he pushed from him mind entirely as weakness to be overcome.<br/><br/>His hand had briefly left Layla's right breast, and extended toward Aisha, to try and keep her somewhat close, as he had insisted on for Layla. His fingers only brushed against her retreating form however, though at least she could feel that he had reached for her, if it was any comfort. He was not such a fool as to think that Aisha would be as stoic in her heart as she could be in her appearance, though he cherished her all the more for doing what she must, enduring through what he must accomplish. Tarkus could only give Aisha a short glance, though he’d told himself not to, in case there was an expression that would weigh his heart down all the more. It was a look of appealing admiration, an appreciative glance of warmth, but without any hint of apology.<br/><br/>There was certainly no uncertainty in Tarkus’ cock, as it pulsed and throbbed in Layla’s touch and against her pussy. His fingers toyed with Layla’s nipples wantingly as she teased him. He whispered to her: “Your touch is as hypnotic as your body. I want you entirely…”<br/><br/>One hand moved from her breast to slide a finger along her slit between his cock and her flesh. He wanted to replace his tip with his finger at her nub, so that his manhood could be used at other places. Finding the hot spots of another body made him miss for an upward motion or two of his finger, but his strong, deft hands made it a priority to familiarize him with her sex. A brief moment later, his middle finger was stroking the hood of her clit upwards in slow motions, his other hand moving at her hip. He began to make a move to lift her slightly, aiming his tip to meet at Layla's sex.<br/>