Saja drew a very deep breath as the thrust came, holding her lips shut to strangle a moan afterwards, but her whole body shaking, starting to ride on the hard shaft with the motion of the lifting and lowering, going along with it with her own weight, letting it guide her, the moist 'kiss' near the base of Saja's shaft sounding out as she trembled, her hands grasping onto Petra's shoulders for a little support. Her eyes shut, she breathed a bit faster, the riding having her damp slit squeeze down on Petra's lance with a bit of a massaging tremor within her, moan almost leaving her lips but only the motion of her lips could be seen, her success at swallowing down the moan felt in a tremor though, the tensing folds holding her tight to the 'mount' for a moment.<br/><br/>Panting, she rode Petra with a pride in her strength in the saddle, rising and dropping, the moist heat wrapped all around Petra's cock, her head leaned to the side she let out a small moan at Petra's nibbling but it seemed unheard by others, her hips trying to speed up a bit, hungry for more, and squirming on top of Petra, her breath getting a little ragged as she was tensing up, letting out a small shaky moan past her lips despite her attempts to keep her voice in check.<br/><br/>Hips dropping to smack tight with Petra's own, she arched and trembled, the pussy squeezing down around Petra's shaft urgently, the moist heat tugging onto Petra as Saja arched her back so, trying to pull Petra's face towards her bosom, panting needily. Riding on an edge and trying to hold her voice, yet shaking with a need greater than her reason, and by the dampness no Petra's lap, excited to be riding in the morning so.