[His grip is hard on his hip. Without a doubt, its Wild City abilities, using strength Hurricane wasn't likely to beat in bed. Letting Rye work with little issue.]

[As Hurricane talks, he takes a little more into his mouth with each bob, he keeps groaning around his cock. When Hurricane says all the way in, he moves down sharply to take the head into his throat briefly, throat convulsing, before he pulls back, returning to his pace. The pace still calm and measured, mixed with the hard suck when Hurricane needs a reward.]

[He presses in a third finger finally, pressing them in deep. As the head of his cock finally reaches the back of his mouth, he keep up that depth, and his fingers move to thrust against that spot everytime, lingering to press against that bundle of nerves for several long moments between each thrust.]