<div align="center"><strong>Kris Fielding : In Ansem Hyral's room</strong></div><br/>Kris couldn't help the breathy giggle that escaped her throat when she realized that this wasn't going as smoothly as she thought it would.  Letting her head fall back for a moment she looks back up into his eyes and laying her hands gently onto his pecks, slightly loosens her hold on his dick.<br/><br/>It was getting hard to concentrate, the friction he was creating inside her had her biting her lip to keep the moan inside.  Her legs rubbing up and down his, her slick warm pussy contracting slightly from pleasure.  She leans up and kisses just below his jaw, nipping slightly, but not enough to hurt.<br/><br/>"Fuck...so...damn."  Her words where all garbled, incoherent, but still screamed of a deep building pleasure in her core.<br/>