Amelia didn't wait for him to respond to her confession. She took his love as a mandate and began to move.
She rose up on her knees, her hands planted firmly on his muscular chest for leverage, and began to ride him with a frantic, unhinged energy. Her hips moved in a heavy, grinding circle, her wet pussy clenching around his massive shaft with every downward plunge.
As the friction built, the mask of the composed priestess completely shattered. Her head tossed back, her eyes rolled into her head, and her mouth hung open in a silent, ecstatic scream.
Her face was a masterpiece of pure, unadulterated lewdness, cheeks flushed, lips swollen, and a look of such intense, primal pleasure that it was almost indecent. "Ahhnn~! Hahhh~! Mraaghhnnn~!"
Rex watched her, his eyes dark and predatory. Instead of being moved by her beauty, he felt a surge of arrogant dominance.
He let out a derisive, mocking snort. "Isn't it disrespectful to show that orgasm face, this face, to your god?"
