They didn't just ride him. They used him.
Patricia rose first, cunt still gaping from her orgasm, inner walls fluttering, cream dripping in thick ropes.
She positioned herself over Eros's left hand, fingers splayed, forced straight, and sank down. His index and middle fingers slid into her like a blade into warm butter, her walls crushing, squelching, gold chain slapping his wrist with every bounce.
She didn't wait.
She fucked his hand, hips rolling, cunt clenching, cream bubbling around his knuckles, her pierced clit dragging over his thumb, diamond stud catching, sparking. Her tits bounced, heavy, milk spraying in rhythmic arcs, splattering his chest, running down his abs, her asshole winking, lubed, puckered.
"That's it," she hissed, voice raw, cunt spasming, "feel how wet I am for you, you little god."
