Twice-full breasts within my hands, and soft lips between mine in front of me. Marrok behind touching a secret pleasure center that, before him, had lain buried deep and unknown inside me. And the sweet abuse of my shaft driving me to delirium. Marrok’s thrusts behind were faster and shorter now, his panting heavy in my ear. As fast now as I galloped to the peak, I wanted this ride to last forever. Then Marrok pressed into me hard and deep, his seed pumping into me. His pleasured groan shivered through my bones, my very humors. Then it peaked into a snarl as he raked the back of my leg with one hand and the other shook my shaft so hard my stones slapped my thighs. A rush of ecstasy speared through me, straight from the core where Marrok lay to the tip of my shaft that fountained in worship. Unable to hold a kiss, I cried out into Lyn’s mouth instead. A cry to her, to Marrok, to heaven itself.
