While Rex dominated her upper body, Nerith's hands were busy performing her own act of worship. Her fingers wrapped around the thick, pulsing circumference of his cock, her palm sliding up and down the velvet-smooth, vein-corded length.
She stroked him with a frantic, desperate speed, her touch light enough to tease but firm enough to feel the incredible heat radiating from him. 'His cock keeps getting harder and harder... it even surpassed the thickness and hardness of a tree.'
Every time her hand slid toward the flared, weeping head of his member, a fresh wave of trembling pleasure wracked her body. She was working him with a singular purpose, which was to drive him to the edge, to prepare him for the inevitable, brutal invasion of her body.
'But I think... this is going to be impossible... Talyra and Aisella can't make him cum or feel defeated... he's really a beast at this kind of thing.'
