Cat was a bit confused by the french, she thought she recognised the language but thte words did not make sense to her, but when the words were made clear a moment later she smirked. Watching Adjoa lean back so and present that lovely rear made Cat smile, and she raised her hand, tugging that finger out with a small 'pop' from that lovely tight pucker, rising a hand a bit before lowering it on the cute asshole with two fingers stroking a tightening spiral over it, pressing down on the pucker to sink their way into that ass. She wanted Adjoa to let go in a way even this beautiful, experienced woman would remember.<br/><br/>Cat did not have the benefit of experience, but she had hours upon hours of masturbation experience and cheesy naughty novels about things, as well as some old issues of e-magazines on pleasing a lover. She might have used those for reference, but most of all, she was using what felt natural, her desire to please, her exploring nature, and the lovely moans that encouraged her when she got it right.<br/><br/>Her lips rose to the tip of the cock again,pulling it out of her mouth, one hand stroking the whole shaft before her she licked the head like holding a sweet icecream on a hot day, tongue circling the head not letting any drops run off, caressing the crown and brushing over the tip, her mouth covering the head a little later again to slip it to her moist mouth, suckling on the tip while her tongue's caresses lavished the head of the shaft, teasing its tiny crack a hint, her mouth pushing down to cover more of the cock. Her hand on the cock brushing a thumb along the side, massaging the veins lightly, encouragingly towards the head of that shaft.<br/><br/>The noise on the couch made her worry momentarily she would wreck her apartment with this, but then decided to just forget about it. If the couch gave, so be it, she'd just take it as a proof of how good she had gotten with Adjoa if  that were to happen.