He gave a soft growl, as she only encouraged him, tearing her clothes off with a grunt, before slipping his hands free, to slip out of his own outfit. He sounded needy, desperate, and hungry. "You're gorgeous," he panted out. "That old bastard made the right choice, sending you up here... now, let's see if your skills are as good as your looks," he said, finally getting his pants down, and freeing his rather impressive cock; of the few she'd experienced, it was about on par with the hobgoblin she'd encountered.<br/><br/>He didn't bother removing his clothes entirely, but began grinding himself against her, as one hand slid down between her legs, hid fingers rubbing and sliding into her. His moves weren't entirely skillful, and it was clear that her pleasure wasn't his top concern... but he was considerate enough to not simply go in dry!