Drop to her knees.

 'It's not like I have much choice,' she decides, allowing her shaking legs to give out as the sharpclaw struts toward her.  'And it does look tasty...'  She shakes her head, to no avail.  'Damn, that stuff is strong.'
 With no hesitation, the young sharpclaw graspss the back of her head in one clawed hand and drives his huge member into her open mouth before quickly working half of it down her throat.  'Is it just me, or was that easier than the last time?,' she wonders while gasping for air.  'I mean, he's a bit smaller than the first one, but he still shouldn't fit at all!'
 'Move!' the sharpclaw growls impatiently at his less than enthusiastic victim, pumping wildly.
 'I suppose I should try to end this quickly before he gets any ideas- and before I start enjoying this,' she adds reluctantly.