Tara's lips trembled as Ulric's voice echoed into her ears.
"You're being mean to me," she pouted.
"So what if I am," Ulric murmured, closing in as he grabbed her by the waist, staring into her obsidian eyes.
Looking into his crimson eyes, Tara was mesmerized for a moment. She opened her mouth to retort before suddenly pausing.
As he grabbed her, she could feel something poke at her. Lowering her gaze, her eyes widened as her face flushed.
He did want her after all, she thought before swallowing. Now that she looked, his length appeared much bigger up close, almost giving her the illusion that, if he wanted, it could easily tear through her stealth suit.
And as it rubbed against her crotch, her pussy pulsed at the unexpected touch, growing wetter as it now twitched faintly.
The sudden change caused her to turn her face, trying to hide it. Before she could utter anything else, Ulric suddenly leaned forward, his head pressing towards her neck as he sniffed her repeatedly.
