Oh, those reactions from him are truly priceless. Marina smirks so devious to continue, wanting to get him all the way to squirming. No half measures from her!

Her mouth is quick to work against him. Her tongue rubs and flicks in place. Her lips press down harder, forming a tight seal to suck on his clit. Marina gives a light bob of her head back and forth, greatly enjoying for herself the size of his T-dick. Just enough to really make a display of sucking him off. Such fun that way.

Not that she should ignore the rest of his pussy. Marina moves fingers in a V shape to fall beneath the doting attention of her mouth. No pressing inside of him, not without express permission, but she drags along his outer lips, feeling up the warm and wet skin between folds. Tyler's burning hot beneath her touch and she's trying to stay tuned in to if he's giving her any instruction or... just writhing from the pleasures she tosses his way. Her own arousal aches beneath her skirt. She's leaned too far forward for Tyler to see how she's tented up her costume, desperately hard for him. That'll need some attention in a moment. Marina is sure she could stroke herself, too, once she gets a feel for what Tyler enjoys from her. She's only so selfless a partner for so long, really.