<div class="floatright">(http://puu.sh/o69Lc.jpg)</div>Nuria's counter to the guardsman's question was one for the epics; witty, poignant and, verily, poetic: "What are<em>you</em>doing?" she barked right back as his strong hand kept holding onto her tit -- as much as she loved that sort of thing under other circumstances, for once she actually thought that high-speed races were not the place for a quick bit of sex. With their shells now practically joined together, she had a sudden moment of insight on how to solve the problem -- a huge mast of a cock was practically in her face, those flimsy pants of his barely hiding the hard shaft.<br/><br/>She was pushing, he was pulling, and all they had to show for it was a constant spin around each other that only made it more difficult to separate once more. "I'm," she grunted as she held onto her shell for what certainly seemed like dear life at the moment, "trying to separate us, y'stupid berk!"<br/><br/>And then she acted on her inspired thought from earlier. What do you do with a big meaty sausage that's being dangled in your face? Either you start sucking, or …<br/><br/><em>Chomp.</em><br/><br/>Nuria bit her pearly whites down, right on his cock!<br/><br/>Too hard for it to be playful, too light to actually cause anything more than a quick bit of pain and a scare -- but still, what could possibly make a man push someone away more quickly than a threat to the nethers? With any luck, Phel would kiss it better for him later, and he'd have quite the story to tell for it!<br/>