Marc captures the raw, primal hunger of Tora as she demands satisfaction. Her voice, thick with lust, commands the solo boy to "Gozar, agora!" Now, she growls, as she watches him frantically stroke his engorged cock. His body responds, his muscles clenching, his breath ragged, but Tora, merciless, forces him to hold back, to build, to intensify the impending explosion. The room echoes with his groans, his pleading, as he fights to obey, to prolong his own release, for Tora.