Zagan didn't have a god or goddess he believed in, otherwise he would be crying out to them as Penelope blurred the distinction between touch and sound and set his whole body on fire in the process.
"Ah!" He moaned, gripping her hair and throwing his head back all at once. He wanted to stop her at the same time that he wanted to buck wildly into her mouth.
She continued her onslaught, burying him as far as he would go and gripping his ass to try forcing him even further before she was gagging and releasing him. He thought she was finally done with this madness and he panted in relief, but then she was doing it again—faster this time with one hand trailing her mouth in its delicious, torturous slide and the other cupping his testicles and rolling them around in her hand.
