Angelique let out a rasping breath at the caresses on her folds, her eyes shut as she suckled the cock's head in her lips tight grasp over the moments that his touch drove her wilder, her drenched mound dripping her juice while she felt her body throb with a need in it, a burning feel she wanted to quench. Swallowing as she listened to his words, she tugged her mouth slowly off of his cock only to look back at him a bit breathless. "Mmh. I would be happy to, master."<br/><br/>Turning to face Tehr once again, she moved to kneel over his crotch, her hands reaching down to part her cunt's lips slowly. Showing the moist folds above his shaft, she let a bit of her juice fall onto the head of the shaft as she kept it pointed up at her with one hand, she smirked looking at him. Almost daring him to try and push up against her hand as she held both his cock and her own folds. Slowly, almost agonizingly slowly she began to lower herself down.<br/><br/>The damp, hot walls veiled his shaft little by little, grasping onto it firm and welcoming, slick and soft but still tightly wrapped around his shaft, her hips pressing down till her mound touched his crotch, sheathing all of him into her. Hands pressed on his chest, as she lifted her bottom a little way, tugging half of the shaft to slip back outwards from her, then to thrust forth, and bury it back deeper inside of her.<br/><br/>Shaky moan left her lips, as she had her eyes shut and head leaned back. Starting to ride him, slow at first but building speed and eagerness swiftly, the damp heat seeming to tense and tighten more around him quickly as she groaned and trembled. As much as she wanted to serve, she was also a slave to her passions.