He turned her before she could ask for the Mark twice.
The Goddess went with it, long and taut; her palms found the table as Phei put one hand in the small of her back and folded her only as far as that arch required. Her stomach never touched the wood.
His other arm wound her waist and hauled her ass back onto him, and the Goddess stood there on her own feet, spine bowed; her teardrop tits hung into the open air, her dark hair slid off one shoulder, and her black eyes stared at the far wall as if composure could survive this.
Phei kissed down the elegant bow of her back first open-mouthed along the line of her spine, then set the fat head of his cock against her dripping pussy from behind and let her see nothing and feel everything — the broad crown parted her inner lips, the leftover length lay heavy along the seam of her ass, fire rolled, frost chased it.
