The satyr's knees quaked as Cinder dragged her tongue expertly along his shaft. He rolled his eyes as she inhaled him to the hilt and swallowed his head again and again.<em>Heavens above, she could throat better than a nymph!</em>He cupped her cheeks and thumbed along her ears, looking into the eyes of a temptress as she made her offer. His face was torn with indecision as he pumped her along his mahogany rod. His fingers would twine into the curls of her auburn hair, not letting her have a moment's rest. Even as he oozed along the warm passage of her mouth, he would slip deep into her and hold her upon him, making her gasp for breath at times. She was one of the most expert partners he had the pleasure of sticking it to, and that was saying something. She could see the gears turning in his head as her frenzied tongue flicks guided his train of thought<br/><em>Work... but the sex! But the work... but the sex! I'm already getting her mouth... But... sex with that delicious apple butt!</em>And he exploded as he went in deep. Rivulets of white hot jism spasmed from his mushroom tip that threatened to shoot out her nose if she couldn't gulp it down fast enough. He tasted faintly of honey, and seemed to stick and cloy like it as well. When she finally let go of his glistening cock, one last spurt streaked across from hairline to jawline.<br/><br/>He was woozy on his feet from such a masterful performance of this entreating elf. "You... have a deal."<br/><br/>He pushed her backwards, off balance and descended upon her ample chest. He would inhale her scent deeply before kissing along one soft globe and snatching a pink nub in his teeth. Turn about was fairplay as he flicked his own tongue along the quivering teat, enticing it to stiffen up and be suckled. His hands were busy as well, the right holding both of hers behind her head and his left playfully pinched and kneaded her other tit to stiffness before he wandered lower and caressed her ribs and her hips again. Up and down he went, not really getting her in the mood, she was already there, the satyr wanted to stoke her passion into a bonfire as he played with her bellybutton and then descended with two strong calloused fingers to her dewy apex. That she was dripping had his goat stand hard at attention against her thigh. With labored slowness he parted her sugary lips and dove into the furnace of her pussy. He would dip and plunge at his own pace regardless of Cinder's bucking to fill her with the real thing. As he left slipped out of her, he would faintly tickle her walls with his fingernails.<br/><br/>"Yes, but there's more to me than showing girls what a wonderful time fucking is. I do so intend to collect my bounty from our little encounter."