Finnegan
The sight of my thick, throbbing cock hovering over her tits in the soft blue glow of the cave was pure fucking sin.
Abigail looked like a goddess sent to ruin me. Wasn't Aphrodite a chink in Ares' armour? The one being who could bring a raving mad god of war to his knees.
That was my Abigail. Especially seeing her kneeling in front of me, lips swollen and shiny with spit, eyes gleaming with that wicked, hungry look that always destroyed my control.
The glowing algae painted her skin in shades of blue and silver, making her look like a goddess so ethereal and beautiful, and also a fucking cave nymph about to snatch my soul.
Water from the nearby waterfall still dripped down the cave walls, the constant roar of the waterfall filling the space like white noise while her soft, slutty moans cut through it.
I was so hard it hurt. My cock ached so bad. It was heavy and leaking, veins pulsing visibly as it bobbed in front of her face.
