"Hmm..." Wrex murmured "She seems to be taking it well" he spoke quite observant. The Life Support on the Normandy had usually a quiet, a bit mechanical sound. Now? Just filled with gasps and gentle slapping of skin to skin. "See how the Commander brings out a litter of little krogans" he said with a dry chuckle.

Grunt, making honor to his name, grunted lowly as he held Commander {{user}}'s hips, swaying his to hers in a rough, animalistic manner.

"She is awfully tight... Almost hard to reach the bottom"