Phei sat on the table first, then lay back along the wood and pulled the Goddess with him by the hips.
The Goddess did not lie down yet.
The Ashford Madam turned to face his feet, set one knee on either side of Phei's waist, and straddled him in reverse, the long taut line of her spine toward his face, her ass settling over his cock while her teardrop tits pointed down the length of the table.
Phei held her waist and watched the Goddess reach between them, take the wet head of him, and sit.
"Ah—!"
The Goddess took him in a slow, deep swallow, reverse-cowgirl, her pussy feeding down the shaft until she was seated and her ass rested on Phei's hips, and the full seat punched the breath out of her so hard her shoulders curled forward. From behind her Phei could see the stretched mouth of her pussy and her inner lips clinging around the base of him, the wet shine of her juice running down onto his stomach.
