Alistair kept a warm expression as he listened to the symphony of moans and squeaks that Memy let forth as she pushed herself towards a climax. Hearing her plea, he nodded in agreement, his hands running from the base of her tail to her thighs, tracing circles with his thumbs as he rubbed her thighs, slowly, teasingly making their way to her pink slit where they began to rub and work needy flesh. "Alright," he replied as she warned him, hands not ceasing in their motion.