At that moment, he felt Minerva inside slowly loosen and her eyes sliding downwards. Immediately, he knew what was going on in her mind.
And so, he picked her up, turned his back to the capital and sat on the balustrade. Next, with a fluid, graceful motion, he turned her upside down, her legs swung over his shoulders until he could practically see the beautiful folds of her petal dripping with their sex.
Simultaneously, Minerva leaned forward, her own head level with his groin. The standing sixty-nine.
Suddenly, he felt an infernal heat seize control of his cock. The wetness of her mouth enveloping his entire thing. Her tongue swirled around him, causing jolts of pleasure to shoot through his body.
Enduring her assaults, Reinhardt focused his attention on her. The scent of her body, their mixed essences, her own musky, intoxicating perfume, filled his senses.
