Tock gives off a short, bitten-off gasp as you thrust past her ring-piece... but actually cries out a bit when your shaft starts to expand, stretching her giant hole<em>tight</em>around you. And when you add the third step- the fey bed-spells- the woman's arms actually buckle underneath her, dropping her from her palms to her elbows.<br/><br/>"Y-you've picked up new tricks...." She gasps, looking over her shoulder. Her eyes are wide, and her breath is short... but there's a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "But you know I'm made of tougher stuff than that... C'mon, Lis... give me your best shot..."<br/><br/>At "shot," the woman's muscles all tense up, practically trapping you in-place as her "dirty" hole squeezes down around you. The woman's muscle control truly does have its uses.... in this case, keeping you "right where she wants you." Of course, she'll relax a bit more once you start thrusting again... but for the moment, she seems to be enjoying loosening and tightening her "grip" on your shaft.