Rokh waste no time to grab Amara's waist and thrust rapidly into his new slave, every loud slap forcing a ripple along her body as he hits her deepest depths. There is no finesse to his strokes, just a primal urge to satiate his own throbbing desire. The sound of his grunting mixing with the slaps of their skin coming together. Large hands slid under her until they each grabbed and groped a large swaying breasts, gripping it tightly as the strokes came harder and faster enough to send them into the cushions below as he wight dropped down fully onto her.