She is perhaps less moved by pain than he may assume, yet that little bite is felt more than a punchy would be. That leg jumps, and squeezes near enough to asphyxiate...

"Sssst-- voice down, please!" With a heel planted into the plush carpet and half-strangling him out of any possible escape, Paloma shoves her hips up and out rhythmically in a vigorous riding of Hyde's loud mouth. And his chin. And his nose, and she leaves glistening streaks of arousal over all of it.