Morgana's Desires 2
This Morgana before him did not have any of the flawed features that the recent one had. No puss bumps on the face, no horns, and certainly no mechanical features.
Her face was smooth, and Oval. Her eyes, surrounded with long pink lashes were lustrous, deep and the light pink glow in them displayed the depth of the pleasure that she felt.
Yes. It was pleasure. After all, she was riding on top him.
This actually came as a surprised to Lenny. At the moment, he saw himself, naked, strapped to the bed and morgana riding his male organ.
Her pretty almond shaped eyes were drowsy with pleasure, and her long pink-flowing hair fell off her shoulders, dancing about on her oily skin.
Her waist moved in rhythms that betrayed her enjoyment of her desire. Every bend and whine of her waist focused at the attraction of taking him deeper into her.
And with every push of her waist, her lips escaped a moan.