The cake was in full effect and mixed with his own lust, resulted in a needy panting mess that was once Itto. His grip on Anika was tight, too tight as he jerked into her hand, his hips unable to stay still for long. He needed more, wanted to be fucked until he couldn't think straight. "Yes! More, please Anika more!" He was coherent enough to remember her name at least as he moaned for something else. Her hand felt amazing but it wasn't enough. He wanted to feel her around him.

"Anika...Anika.." He moaned her name in between kisses, each one being more drawn out as he begged for her. His cock was hard, so very close to another orgasm even if he already had one. His previous mess having been enough lubrication at first but now it was starting to be a bit painful. He broke the kiss to lean back, his back arching with her touch. He pushed her down until her face was practically against his cock. "Please...Please..."