Bison often listens to the cries of his women, be they negative or positive. Hearing Satsuki cry in the negative because of the positive is something that turns him on greatly. Lifting his head, Bison leans over the girl's twisting body, his cock rubbing against Satsuki's pelvis as she grinds against his knee.

"You little whore." He laughs at her, his fingers working the girl's nipple still. Twisting, tweaking, tugging. The only thing akin to a break for her is when he uses his thumb to circle the pebbled, stiffened nub--or worse, when he feathers it with quick swipes that end in a rough tug.

Bison looks down, watching Satsuki as he poses her a question. All while her grinding against him causes his heavy cock to slowy rub against her, gradually hardening past her navel as it now also sits heavy on her belly.

"Your kiss a moment ago. I found it tasty, but lacking. Was that your first?" He of course continues brutally pleasuring Satsuki beneath him.