Scia let out a groan and shuddered, riding on Petra's cock with her hips rolling against the woman. Her fingers stroked the ballsack and her fingertip teased dipping a bit into the pucker's ring and pulling back out only to press back up against that spot caressingly, yet then insist and press on harder. Sinking that finger half-way into her pucker's grasp, wiggling it inside her bottom just as she clenched her pussy's walls tight around Petra's shaft, all around grasp massaging the cock. Feeling the thrust up into her she let out a lewd hiss of pleasure, shuddering and ruttingly humping against Petra, squeezing on the tied hands with her other hand and pulling them up against her breasts.<br/><br/>"Worship my breasts with your fingers, learn their every rise and fall, know them by your memory before we are done." She hissed out teasingly, and pushed her bust againts those fingers. Her scales smooth and warm, the feel almost like a well oiled skin, slippery, smooth, the perky firmness beneath, and the crowning nubs on her chest firm as a pebble each. Her breath shook and she swayed her hips, plunging the finger deep within Petra's bottom to wiggle it around as she yelped. Throwing her head back she bucked her hips forth, squirting wet juice against Petra's cock, her finger pumping a bit violently into Petra's pucker her palm stroking to the pouch of Petra's family jewels.