"Such a dirty little mouth you have," she said, delighted with his reaction. The look in those baby blues of his was one she wouldn't forget soon. She loved it when the big, muscled ones never saw it coming. Raising her arms, she trailed her hands down through her thick hair and arched up and back for him to get the best possible view of all she had to offer.

She gripped both of his hands to draw them up to her breasts. She had seen him eyeing her cleavage enough through the years to think he'd appreciate it. For her part, she was all too happy to grind down over him and meet that upward roll halfway. She licked the taste of blood from her lips and eyed all of the small ways she'd marked him so far. He wouldn't be forgetting this any time soon, either.

Luckily for him, he felt good enough to keep her distracted from more immediate talking. Her hands came to rest on his chest, nails lightly raking as she enjoyed the feeling of smooth skin over hard muscle. She flicked idly at his nipples and once again caressed over the stylized mabari, a bruise adding to the texture.

Her rhythm was demanding and anything but passive. She rode and milked him with hot, slick squeezes every time she lifted for another heavy plunge down. Her boot heels dug into the outer undersides of her ass on her bounces. At this rate, she'd have bruises, too.