Zitka looked up at Ahri, waiting for an answer. "Hmm, what was that Ahri?" She said, her breath blowing on Ahri's cunt. She moved forward, her tongue sliding between Ahri's lips and lapping at the juices. "Mmm... You do taste good though. But you know," Zitka said, standing up again, "I was told that to get something to taste better, you've gotta beat it a bit."<br/><br/>She grabbed the belt again, and went back to smacking Ahri with it. Zitka alternated between striking her thighs and hips, her belly, and smacking her straight on her pussy. This time, Zitka wouldn't stop until Ahri begged her too.