Sinric groans as the wet heat on her against his skin makes him vibrate with hardness. He lavishes her breasts with kisses and links, suckling softly in the ways he finds pleasurable.

But it's the other part he's not use to- the way his stones ache with need, the way his manhood thrums and leaks. He wants that heat. Wants to be inside her, greedy and lustful. "Emcee... I... I need you."