"And...talented." Sigmund adds, the familiar feeling of sweat beading on his skin as he thrust slowly in and out with the full length of his shaft. He gripped that heart-shaped rump strongly, his grip pulsing in time with the quiver of his meatstick as it protested the grip her ass had upon it.<br/><br/>Though he seemed preoccupied, half-lidded eyes focused on those nipple studs and that brand. (Knowledge Religeon: 24) he recognized them, to be certain, but he did not seem particularly perturbed.