Scar grunted and wrapped his hands in Brea's hair.  As her tongue found the slit of his cock he groaned and shoved his hips forwards almost as if he was face fucking her.  But he relented, allowing her to be the master of her own craft and simply enjoy the ride the skilled whore was giving him.<br/><br/>Finally he could take it no longer and he shuffled so he was laying on the bed comfortably.  Pointing to his erect and now saliva slicked cock he commanded, "Up you go little one, ride that cock now.  I'll have you do the work I think this time."