Lillah's thoughts weren't as sharp and clear as usual. They were hazing in and out, shifting between hypothetical, fantasy, and reality. But when Ripper made it so her hair was pulled gently each time she moved to take him fully in her mouth, her thoughts just gave way to feeling, and she moaned each time the pull happened.
His words weren't lost on her, but she had nothing to reply with, other than more humming and moaning. This was proving to be much nicer than her past experiences doing this.
As she sucked on the skin on the inside of Ripper's thigh, dangerously close to his cock, Lillah's hands ventured to encircle him and pump his lightly. She switched to the other thigh, this time gently scraping her teeth at the sensitive flesh there.
He seemed to be enjoying what she was doing, and she was glad of it. Lillah wanted to please him so badly. She was grateful to him for being her master, for being a kind and caring master. If this was one way to prove it, then Lillah was happy to oblige.