Tony's female form wasn't virginal by any means, but it was still tight enough that he could feel every inch of her finger slide in. Biting his lip, he leaned to watch Remy's movements, how her lips glided over her body, exploring and kissing. Hips bucked against her ministrations, her whimpers begging for more. She couldn't wait to see her tongue licking down there, eating her out, and all she could do was moan, digging her fingers into Remy's hair, urging her to keep going.