The sudden pain as she bashed into the wall brought a moment of terrifying clarity to Arran in the fog of lust. He was not in a good position, he was weaker than he used to be, and he was in trouble. Real, real trouble. On the other hand, this body was screaming for sex. And maybe they could help scratch the itch that was...everything.<br/><br/>"O-okay." He tried to remember how the few girls that were lucky enough to have a taste of little Arran had done. First they stroked... Then they licked (ew, salty. And what was that smell?). Eventually, though, they opened their mouths like so and put sucked.<br/><br/>As Arran bobbed his head down on the man's cock, leaving trails of saliva behind each time she pulled back, her other hand returned to her pants. If she was doing this, her body was going to play along.