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If a satyr wasn't rocking a horse cock, what was even the point? Night Sky moaned into his mouth and ground her hips more fervently into his; threatening to stain whatever trousers he wore with how painfully wet she was becoming.

"I am easy." Just as a rule. She resumed their kiss, and while they explored each other's mouths, she slid a hand down between them, fingers tugging at the strings holding his pants clothes so she could slip her hand past and trace her fingers along his cock.

"We certainly have that in common," he mutters between kisses. One hand cups her breast, the other grabbing her ass and pulling it forward to grind her further into his cock as his hips buck upward. He moans.

"Your body is wonderful. Did I already say that?" Soft and plump and so satisfying to grab onto.

"Oh my god—" she gasped as her fingers curled around his cock and pulled him free, the weight and girth of it not entirely surprising, but very exciting once she realized she was going to get the chance to shove it inside her soon.

"No idea. I have a terrible memory." She joked, pushing herself against his hand to fill it even more with the meat of her ass — and also to rise up above the head of his cock, excitement and the slickness of her cunt causing her to actually miss the hole a few times. Hilariously, she laughed. "Fuck."

"What?" He asks, alarmed. Then he looks down at his erect cock.

"Oh my god." Yeah, that's. Wow. Good gods.

Fabian laughs with her as she misses— he doesn't blame her, will this even fit inside of her without any preparation?!— but he's also breathlessly moaning between the giggles, already stunned by the sensations she's giving him, and he's not even inside her yet. He helps her to line the tip up with her opening and then presses up into her, slowly.

"Let me know if— ah," he gasps at the warmth slowly surrounding him. He meant to say to let him know if he needs to stop or slow, or if more lubrication is needed, but he can't quite finish his sentence. She's on top of him anyway, so he figures she has enough control to stop if it's too much.

Night Sky had fucked well hung satyrs before, so this wouldn't be her first rodeo. It had been a while, though...

"Ahuh..." Yeah. Sure. Whatever you say, babe. She lowered herself slowly, letting herself acclimate to the stretch as he eased in inch by inch. Her hands curled against his chest, nails dragging over his skin; lips parted for every panting breath she exhaled — sounding like she had just run a marathon. "I can... mmn. I can handle you, baby. Promise."

He cradles her cheek, looking into her eyes for a moment.

"You're sure?" He checks, given how out of breath she already sounds. "You're in control, just tell me if you need more... Lubricant... Oh, blazes."

It's hard to be coherent as she presses down around him, and his head lolls back against the grass. His hands are steadying... On her ass.

"Promise." She assured him as she landed fully in his lap, a pleased groan rumbling in her throat. "You've made me more than wet enough, handsome." She could handle it!

Just give her a second to really drink in how much he filled her and how delightful the little twinge of pain felt amongst the absurd amount of pleasure. Without warning, She lifted up again after that brief appreciation, and started to bounce. "Won't be... opposed to you touching me more, though."

Fabian lets out a pleasured groan, his eyes rolling back behind his lids.

"Yes, of course," he says quickly, breathless at the feeling of her, his hands hastily making themselves busy. If you've got time to lean, you've got time to... Stimulate her, or however the saying goes. He cups both of her breasts eagerly and gently pinches her nipples, playing with them until they harden under his thumbs. She is... Well-endowed, but he's just as enamoured with the freckles that dot the tops of her breasts as he is with the shape of them.

"Gods..." He curses under his breath, unsure whether this is really happening.

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