Tarkus gave an ingratiating smile when Layla adjusted her positioning, aiding her in getting her legs in the right spot when he saw what she was going for. He was used to his partner doing essentially as she wished and what felt best for her. He had to remember that there were certain accommodations to being unsure of movements and repositionings. He intended to learn every inch and muscle group of Layla, and know the best ways to please her.<br/><br/>His hands moved to support her movements, while conveniently able to grip her ass. He massaged her thighs and backside while she moved herself up and down over his thick cock. He suckled at her earlobe between nips, at her soft flesh, groaning softly but intensely.   His own hips arched upwards when she came down, slowly but with a strength like a low ocean wave.<br/><br/>He often returned to her lips to kiss her deeply. He thoroughly enjoyed kissing her, she was attentive and made his heart race and cock pulse harder when she moaned between their lips. Her tongue was adept at dancing with his own, a good sign, he certainly enjoyed a clever tongue for more than playful banter.<br/><br/>The feeling of his cock within her core was entirely incredible. He could  feel the tension of the world draining from his mind, replaced with the sensual tension of her bobbing her hips up and down his hard shaft, penetrating deep into her hot wet pussy. His muscles tensed and flexed across his form, enjoying her touch.<br/>