[His grin spreads, those sharp teeth shining in the low lighting of the club, and his scaled fingers gently glide over the lips down there, only barely hiding his goal. He could do more; finger her, kiss her, try to coax her further, but Eichi knows enough about Yvette to know that she doesn't need these distractions, especially if she is already ready.

Eichi grasps her hip with one hand, the other delving between the two of them to grasp at his cock, which was more than hard enough already with Yvette giving him her show and offering herself to him.

He doesn't speak, just pushing her hip down a little and guiding his erection to her lips, pushing upwards gently. He tries to tease her for a moment, rubbing the head of his dick on her.]