One hand stroked his shaft, slick with her saliva, her fingers gliding in rhythm with her mouth, coaxing pleasure with a pornstar's skill.
Her huge melons swayed softly, brushing his thighs, her erect nipples grazing his skin, sparking faint jolts of heat. She was so lost in her task, her eyes half-lidded, she didn't even notice he was awake.
Deus groaned again, the pleasure crashing through him, sharp and electric. Her throat was a tight, warm vise, squeezing his cock with each deep thrust, her tongue relentless, her strokes precise.
The wet, squelching sounds of her sucking, the soft pops when she teased his tip, drove him wild, his divine body tensing, his hips twitching instinctively.
'Fuck, she's hungry for it,' he thought, his frown easing into a smirk, lust rekindling in his glowing eyes. Her devotion, her greed for his essence, was a spark that set his core ablaze.
