Sit on it

“...sit on it?” Naiira asked, a yearning in her deep blue eyes. She continued to grasp his cock as she stared expectantly, gently, slowly squeezing.

Orus took a deep breath, letting it out with a low groan. The Nymph was inexcusably seductive, expertly arousing his desires to the point he had to agree. “Be my guest,” he answered, folding his hands behind his head as he lay back invitingly.

Naiira's mouth opened in a smile as she breathed an ecstatic sigh. She pulled herself closer, sliding her naked body up out of the spring to crawl over his legs. He could enjoy the full view of her form now, her glistening pink skin bared in the steam, short dripping locks of deep red framing her sex in a small patch as she raised it over his erect member.

Carefully, she lowered herself onto him, pushing his cock down flat against his body. She sat atop it, straddling his hips as her fingers pressed against his abdomen to steady herself as she began to move. Her ample chest rose and fell with her lazy rocking, heavy breaths escaping parted lips. Eventually she met his gaze again, glancing back down to his cock coquettishly.

“It feels good...” she whispered on a sigh. “My sisters speak of men putting it... inside them...”

Orus raised a brow as he let his body rise and fall in the water below her. “It is naturally how it's used.”

She met his eyes hungrily. “Would you show me?” she moaned, hips grinding over him insistently. It was hard to consider denying her movements. His cock was already throbbing, and she was certainly eager enough. Her request seemed open to interpretation, however, and he wondered how to interpret it.