Third Person POV:
Orpheus straddled Austin's lap with divine grace and raw hunger. Her thick, powerful thighs—plush yet impossibly strong, like warm velvet wrapped around steel—settled on either side of him, pinning him gently but firmly to the silken clouds that served as their bed in this glowing realm. She reached down between their bodies, her soft, elegant hand wrapping around his throbbing cock. The heat of her palm made him twitch instantly. She stroked him slowly at first, savoring every vein and ridge, letting her leaking milk drip in thick, golden streams down onto his shaft. The natural lube was warm and sweet-smelling, making every glide slick, filthy, and utterly addictive.
"Mmm~ Feel how hard you are for Mommy's milk? Such a greedy son..."
Orpheus purred, her voice like honeyed silk laced with sinful promise. Her amethyst eyes glowed with endless maternal lust as she watched his face, drinking in every expression of desperate need.
