"What you waiting for?"
The Tower Manager glanced over her shoulder—like a dog being called by its owner while still playing in the park.
Nathan swallowed hard.
No more hesitation.
He gripped his mortal spear and aimed it toward the flesh gate of the entity he could never fully comprehend.
Plush...
The tip of his mortal spear began parting the pale folds.
Slop...
He thrust his hips forward.
"Ahhh…"
A long breath escaped his lips—as if the weight of his emotional baggage had finally been lifted.
Both his hands clutched the Tower Manager's snow-white ass, squeezing with the intensity of a man trying to destroy a wedding cake baked for an ex who once promised to wait for his success.
But the Tower Manager didn't stay passive.
Still on all fours, she began moving—back and forth—grinding into him, increasing the wet pressure between mortal spear and heavenly flesh.
"Ahgghmm…"
She bit her lip, her head still turned toward Nathan.
"So? How does it feel?" she teased.
