Eros was a man of culture.
It was only right to feed daughter before mother in his own opinion.
Shade laid on the ground to the pleasure he had just given her.
Some of his manly custard followed down her lips.
Her orgasm was deep.
Never in all her years had she ever felt that.
She was a warrior and as one that had to be a symbol of example for the remaining medusas, she had never had the opportunity to enjoy herself the way she just did.
Shade had been fed right.
It was time for her mother.
The Medusa queen suddenly pushed Eros to the ground.
She snaked on his body.
"You have all your nice juice to my daughter. Do you think you'll still have enough for me?"
She giggled a bit as her hands traced his manhood. She stroked him back and forth.
But that for Eros was absolutely not necessary.
He was still as hard as a rock.
This of course surprised her.
Eros had released a lot of his load.
