Nikki for her part in this, had nothing negative to offer Ozzy. She'd made the claim that she'd say what he liked, but in response to that she'd only been told to say whatever she wanted whenever it came to mind. Oh? That was a strangely free statement. Nikki had been in a number of relationships which made her feel small in various aspects of herself, the amount of freedom she was being offered by Ozzy was altogether new. She didn't need to change? She didn't need to stop? She didn't need to say something ridiculous? Anything she offered was enough?! That had to be some sort of mental trigger, she literally felt like she could offer this man anything right at the moment. Like she'd offer Oliver Williams, her entire being forever with statements like that to boost her sense of self so hard. "Fuck me, I'm not going to be able to let you go~" that was quite the sentence. Maybe uttered in a moment of passion but one she meant more than most others. She truly had already decided to keep this man, now she was going crazy trying to decide exactly how to present it as an idea that didn't seem crazy.
Until that level of crazy properly settled, it seemed she'd flickered a switch in Ozzy's mind. She could never know what it was like, being endowed as a man with such a tool she imagined it was some strange mix of being fetishized and feared. Whatever the case, being freed to act with the amount of force he wished to give, Nikki found confirmation to her earlier thoughts. He was indeed taking it easy on her, being very cautious of her to keep this interaction and every one they'd had so far comfortable for her. That being said, it was hardly necessary... given how much he was willing to do to get them started, Nikki found no problems accepting roughness with the size of the monster he used to tame her with. Ah, his hands shifted and were now holding her strangely. She was the one who couldn't escape now, and those snaking movements of his spine began with enough force for her to feel it all the way through her person. Each thrust seemed to reverberate though her, she hiccupped at the first one but a grin spread across her face thereafter. That constant knocking moved far beyond that gentle sensation and became something of a wave of bursting pleasure with each movement. She loved this, and felt the tightening of her nether into a rush of nectar and the release of her tension. Only it didn't stop, it was like a constant wave sending a flush of red color to her face and tingles all across her body.
If there was to be a noise complaint, it would be obvious why it was coming. Nikki had lost the volume control on her voice somewhere in that first plunge at this increased force. "FUCK ALL!~ OZZY!~ DON'T STOP, IT'S TOO GOOD!~" yes she could say anything, so she chose to sing his praises. Among the slapping of flesh against flesh, the knocking of the headboard and their labored breathing. She had nothing but pleasantries to pass along. Her nether was constantly pulsing on his manhood, she wasn't even sure she was actually reaching climax anymore separately. Her body had reached a state of divinity, she felt the outbreak of gooseflesh and the constant tingles in her head down to her toes. She was sure she'd gone cross eyed, sure her mouth was hanging open. Was she drooling? Maybe a little. But god was it worth it for how good it all felt. She was quite certain she was ruined.