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She responded to his ministrations in the way he so desired. With easier access granted as she spread her legs, Ar-Khalba slowly increased the pressure of his tongue against her. His motions quickened both in pace and passion, and he soon heard her moan. She gasped -- begged for more by arching her back and pushing into him. Ar-Khalba gladly granted her just what she wanted. 

She was dripping wet with desire. By the time the name of their God passed her lips, Ar-Khalba knew she was ready. His motions slowed a moment before he drew his head away. It was then that he threw a forelimb across her back and began to climb atop of her. His forelimbs locked around her waist and he drew his hips near. 

Slowly... Teasingly, he slid the length of himself into her warm, wet embrace. This woman, a stranger no longer. His eyes shut as he let his breath escape from slightly parted lips. Now, not only would he not only satisfy the woman beneath him, but he would take satisfy his own desires.  Holding on tight, he began to thrust his hips against her. He started slow -- easing her into this passionate dance, but slowly and steadily, he began to take her with more force.