Kressle grew wetter and tighter around Silas's member, apparently getting off of the way he was dominating her. With her legs free she was able to spread her legs a little so that he could hilt himself inside her properly as he took her like the bitch she was. His thick shaft forced out drops of her arousal as it pumped in and out, which watered the soil alongside the drops of sweat dripping off their bodies elsewhere. She pressed her body up against his until her back was snug against his chest and let out a surprisingly feminine moan as he pinched and nipped at her flesh.<br/><br/>The amazon didn't stop the ministrations she was providing to his cock directly via her sex; if anything her heated walls constricted and pulsed around him even tighter than before. She was fighting back for dominance in her own way, trying to milk him of his seed and make him climax first. Suddenly she rolled over so he was the one on the bottom lying on his back, and without removing herself from his hard stick she pivoted around it until she ended up facing him. The sensation of the rogue's member dragging and rubbing against her passage elicited a sharp gasp from her before she could catch her breath. "You are good fucker," she exhaled huskily, "as good as you are hunter."<br/><br/>With that Kressle straightened herself somewhat so that she was straddling and riding him, her hands resting on his chest as she lifted and lowered herself onto his dick, fast and hard. Her jiggling ass was large enough that Silas could catch glimpses of it as she moved. Her heavy tits were bouncing up and down, dark nipples no longer inverted but protruding and stiff. In this position he could see where they were connected, her thick lower lips being parted as she dropped onto his wet shaft slick with her juices, a swollen nub peeking out from under its hood at the apex of her womanhood.