Mira snuggled close, her body pressing softly against his side, a warm, sensual weight that stirred him even in his satisfaction. Her huge melons squished against his chest, their soft, plush flesh yielding, oiled warmth seeping into him, her erect nipples grazing his skin with faint, teasing sparks.
Her skin was like velvet, smooth and supple, gliding against his with a silken intimacy, her curves molding to his hard frame. Her fat ass rested against his thigh, its soft, rounded weight a gentle pressure, her breath warm against his neck, slow and steady, carrying the faint scent of jasmine from the oil.
The closeness was electric, her body a perfect fit, soft and warm, a quiet intimacy that soothed his divine senses.
Mira's fingers brushed his chest, hesitant at first, then bolder. "Lord… I want to ask something," she said, her voice a shy murmur, her eyes searching his.
Deus's gaze softened, a rare gentleness in his tone. "Ask."
