Peter's hands go to either side of the feline's narrow waist, each taking a firm hold to brace her before he begins well and truly fucking his whore. The human's bare length slides in and out of her at a smooth, steady pace that fills the room with a soft clap of impact every time their bodies meet. His groans of dominance are deep and masculine, each one dragging on for a second or two as it rumbles out of his throat. It's a nice starting point to keep both parties warmed up while he finds out how Lisa really wants it. Hard or soft, quiet or loud, intimate or detached. The goal is to make her cum, after all.