Athena stared at Trent's cock, the pulsating flesh moving hydraulically in his palm. 'Does he really want to fuck me with that?' All sorts of thoughts raced through her mind. 'Maybe I could suck on it,' she said to herself, slowly lowering her teacup to the table—the potatoes and oil untouched.
Trent calmly watched the slender human slowly descend from the sofa she was seated on, kneeling on the rugged floor. He continued stroking his semi-erect shaft as she scooted toward him and the towering penis.
Once she was close enough to take control, Trent smiled and let go of his cock, placing his hands kingly on the armrests of the sofa. His cock dropped subtly and began to rise with soft jerks as Athena crawled to his legs.