She pulled off with a gasp, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his cockhead. A triumphant, beautiful grin split her face.
"Ready for more, my king?" she asked, her voice husky.
He answered by pulling her up and onto him. She straddled his waist with the grace of a practiced rider, her opalescent body gleaming. She reached between them, positioned his flared crown at her entrance, and with a joyful cry, impaled herself. "Yesss!" she wailed, not caring who heard. She was a festival of sensation, her body a canvas of shifting colors as she began to ride him.
