Styx lowered a hand to my hip, helped me come up onto my knees and aligned his c**k to my entrance. He slipped right into the notch because I was so wet. Lowering myself, I slowly stretched open around him, taking the broad head, then the thick root deeper and deeper. I watched Styx, saw the need there. Knew he liked being inside me. I didn’t stop until I sat upon his thighs once again, this time fully impaled on him.
I groaned; Styx growled. It felt so good, I rippled around him. “I need to move.”
I couldn’t remain still. I needed the friction, the slide of his hard flesh over every single nerve ending inside me. My g-spot—which I’d never known existed until their c***s—flared and pushed me to the brink with every pass of his c**k.
I put my hands on Styx’s shoulders, lifting and loweri
