I was wholly prepared for this fucking to be simple, swift even, but the first sear of Dionysus along my tender walls brought a revisiting of the drug his whole being could be. It didn’t wound my pride that he focused on his own face, his own reflection, as he gripped my hips and pushed inside. His cock filling me was the same as drinking his wine or breathing the air shared from his pipe. I tingled, aflame and renewed in the haze of ecstasy, before he’d completed his first slam forward.
