LYRA

Kneeling, I found that throbbing shaft right in front of my face, stiff, the tip swollen with a delicious bead of moisture.

I leaned forward, taking it in my closed fist, feeling it pulse under my fingers as I moved my hand up and down, giving him a pleasurable massage.

Excited hisses sounded above my head.

My mouth watered, and I leaned in to take in the scent of the tip, as spicy and wild as he was.

"Let me taste it, mmmm, put it in your mouth." Aztoria urged me to commit madness.

I par