He seemed to be spurred on by her cries of pleasure, growing more and more enthusiastic as she grew louder. He didn't hold the kiss with her for long, as he seemed to savor the sounds of her cries, as much as the pleasures of her flesh. He was rough, and brutish, the couch they were using thumping steadily against the wall with every combined motion, as his movements grew feverish and wild. The polite and charming man she'd met seemed to almost be turned into an animal, with her! His hands dug into her, sliding down to grip her backside, as much for the pleasure as for to hold onto her, and his breathing quickly grew labored.