<strong>Ansem Hyral : His Room with Kris Fielding - Do Not Disturb, Locks Engaged. </strong><br/><br/><br/><em><strong>Fuck me now!"</strong></em><br/>Those words played sweetly in his ears, his body reacting by sitting up fully and guiding her onto her back. His hips shifted as he knelt, his finger slipping into the skirt to rid of of the damp panties, he would have pulled the skirt also, but it was wrapped over her midsection pretending it really was belt. With her feet in the air, he pulled them onto his chest and returned the kiss to her ankles, before he let them fall to his sides. A hand reached down between his legs and wrapped around the throbbing muscle, the first attempt to push against him failed, her body resisting him with her tight resistance. The tip of his sex kissed her glistening slit, rubbing himself between the thick lips until he gradually managed to push into her with a groan that rumbled in the back of his throat. His eyes locked on hers as he slowly plunged deep into her core, teasing himself and her by pushing in then out to make sure her body did not have to take the entirety in one massive split.<br/>