The taste of him—salty, divine, mixed with the faint sweetness of oil—drove her wild, her own excitement building with every groan he let out.
She worked him with the skill of a goddess, her movements precise, mimicking the mortal experts she'd studied, her throat tightening around him as she deepthroated, her hands stroking the base in time with her mouth.
Deus was having the time of his fucking life, his groans growing louder, deeper, as the sensations piled on—Mira's mouth working his dick, Seraphina and Nyx's breasts under his lips and hands.
He sucked harder, alternating between their nipples, never leaving one unattended, his tongue and teeth teasing until both women were moaning, their bodies arching, their sweat-slicked skin pressing closer.
Seraphina's cries were wild, unrestrained, while Nyx's moans were softer but no less desperate, her composure shattered as she panted, her tongue still out, her eyes half-lidded.
