Warhorse smiled despite herself, unable to hide her pride in having elicited a reaction from her master. "On my home planet, I was called Xeela." she said softly, her face beaming from Kali's praise. Xeela looked up at the woman's seated form, drinking in every inch of her flesh, marvelling at the smooth, dark skin pulled tightly over lean, strong muscles. Not wanting to delay her master's pleasure for too long, Xeela moved back down onto Kali's cock, stretching her mouth wide enough to engulf Kali's shaft, taking her in until the tip begins to press against the entrance to her throat. Xeela stops here, fighting against her gag reflex, and settles for this much, bobbing her head up and down this length of Kali's flesh as her strong, nimble fingers care for the rest.