Drek'thar leaned his head back, jaw agape as a low, lengthy and throaty groan escaped him. His eyes eased closed as the realization came to him that this woman was becomming louder and more demanding the rougher he was with her body. Deeper, harder, faster. That unit throbbed hard in her tight flesh and ached for more.<br/><br/>Drek's eyes snapped open as Lucille's perfect breasts squashed against his chest. He guided her hands to his shoulders. "Hold on," was the only warning Drek gave. His hands moved to her buttocks, each hand squeezing that brilliant skin hard. He leaned back, effortlessly plucking the witch from the table, and allowed her upper body to rest upon his. Drek had a feel for Lucille's body now, small and tight as it was. He lifted her slowly, testing the length of his shaft. With a grunt, he slammed back into her what had escaped. Very quickly, he ramped up to his previous pace,thrusting his hips in time with the motion.<br/><br/>