The head of his cock pressed deep. She felt it in her stomach. Her thighs shook. She stayed there until the tightness eased enough that she could breathe.
Then she opened her eyes. Lia and Sophia were staring at her.
"what the fuck Olivia?," Lia said, in a small voice.
"She did it," Sophia whispered.
Neither of them looked away. They had both heard it described and neither had ever seen it done.
Seeing it done by Olivia, who corrected other people's grammar, was another matter.
Olivia lifted her hips an inch and dropped them, and Lor made a low sound in his chest, and Sophia's hand went to her own mouth.
"Don't stare," Olivia said.
"We're learning," Lia said faintly.
Olivia rode him.
She started slow and tight, rising until only the head was inside her and sinking back down with her lips parted.
Her breasts shifted under the mesh with every stroke. Her nipples dragged across the weave, and each drag went straight into her.
