Do you even need to ask?

You didn't need any more encouragement. You walked up to her and you greedily stabbed yourself in her mouth. She answered after a while. You kissed long and deep. Either she was really great at it, or she really tried, or both at once. Your hands were wandering around each other's bodies. And in the end, yours quickly took her bra off. You stopped kissing for a moment.

Saying that she looked perfect is like saying nothing. She was the school queen of tits, but the rest was like a sculptor's work. Her biggest problem was that Taylor was even better. If you had both of them in front of you, you might notice that Megan was for example a little more plump. But now there was no one else.

She undressed you without a word. A moment later, you spanked her and a sexy moan came out of her. You helped her get rid of her panties. It wasn't long before you went back to kissing. You were fonddling her bust and ass. She was wandering her hands around your chest.

You were so lost in love with your high priestess, you didn't even realize when you were on the bed and she was being impaled with your penis. It was her moaning that brought you back to the world of the living. Her breasts swayed and jumped to the rhythm of intercourse, and her face was slowly repainted with pleasure.

You weren't sure if she was faking, but you didn't care. Even if - she was good at it.