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I have never felt anything so massive. He was thick, terrifyingly so, and the sheer length of him stretched from my palm toward his stomach.
Zeus let out a low, guttural groan as he guided my hand, forcing me to stroke him slowly. I followed his lead, my fingers curling around the hardness of him, feeling the way he twitched and jumped under my touch.
We started kissing again, but this time it was slower, more deliberate.
He mirrored the rhythm of my hand with his tongue, sliding deep into my mouth, swirling and probing in a synchronization that made my toes curl.
I could feel my own shorts getting damper and damper, my p***y aching and weeping with need. The friction of the fabric was becoming unbearable; I needed skin on skin.
Trying to be bold, I shifted my grip, sliding my
