Aphrodite deftly slipped his hard cock out of his boxers and with no hesitation lowered her head into his lap.
"Oh my god!" Zafron groaned when she took him into her mouth.
He moaned when she bobbed her head, her soft lips and tongue sliding along his shaft as she engulfed him with her warm wet mouth.
Aphrodite sighed as she took him deeper, and wrapping her fingers around his base stroked him, her hand following the wet trail of her mouth.
"Oh," Zafron put one hand on her the exposed skin of her upper back, and the other in her long curly hair.
"Hmm-mm!" She responded to his touch with a moan and moved her head faster.
In the back of his mind the part of him that prided himself on trying to do the right thing told him this was wrong. Aphrodite was drunk, angry, and had just admitted this was about nothing but revenge. He should be trying to get her to stop.
