<div align="center"><strong>Kris Fielding : In Ansem Hyral's room.</strong></div><br/>Groaning as they changed positions, she sighed in pleasure, sinking down onto his hard cock.  She couldn't help the stray thought that this was better, this position allowed her to ride him nice and hard.  As he set the pace with his hands, she bounced up and ground down so that her pussy would rub against his pelvis.  His sudden attention on her breasts had her arching slightly, and the sudden sting from his palm slapping down on her ass tore a yelp of surprise from her throat.<br/><br/>"<strong>Oh god yes!  Fuck do it again!</strong>"  She rode him, back arched, hands planted on his thighs behind her, breasts bouncing to their rhythm.  She could feel the sharp edge of an orgasm building inside her, and a throaty moan sounded from her throat.<br/><br/>"<strong>G..gonna cum.</strong>"