"Nothing could make me miss out on that story," Hya said, his eyes gleaming in satisfaction. He pulled her over to her bed, sat down on it, immediately turning it into a languid lounge. "But, as for what I was thinking, cherie, 'twould depend on your comfort level for certain things. Imagine sitting on my lap..." His hand trailed down her back brushing along the seam of her ass, though he did not transgress between her cheeks, "Legs spread open for me, while I pushed this in and out of you, over and over again."