Morgan didn’t mind that Severa took her time. It gave him the chance to recover a little bit more…and it meant that she didn’t miss a single drop of his thick seed either, which was a strangely appealingly erotic thought to him, one that always made him eager to give his redheaded girlfriend her fill. However, her turn was now finishing with some pestering from Cynthia, who seemed perhaps a bit too excited at the prospect of riding Morgan to her own heart’s content, even if it was for the sake of a competition. Well, maybe not to her full heart’s content, yet, but at least until she made him cum again before Severa would most likely take over once more, no matter the result.
As Severa got behind Morgan, swapping positions with Cynthia, Morgan turned his head to the side and stole a quick kiss from his girlfriend’s lips, a gentle reminder of his love for her before a soft, low moan was forced out of him. The pegasus rider was now taking to riding him, though she was starting slow, taking her time to move her hips downward, easing his cock within her wet folds. “D-Damn…you’re already so wet, Cynthia…” She must have really wanted this badly, though Morgan didn’t know if it was his manhood she wanted so bad, or just cock in general. He began to brace himself, however. Cynthia was sure to take his girlfriend’s remark as a further challenge, meaning she would probably be just as relentless.
“You think I like sitting back and watching all the time? I want some heroic action too!” Cynthia’s justification was short and simple, and it suited her very direct attitude. All that said, her confident smile only grew wider once he was inside of her. She was finally learning what all the hype around that Morgan dick was about. If anything she would be jealous that Severa got to jump this any night she wanted, and probably did just that too, judging by how she was reacting.Â
“Hmph…. You’re still all mine….”
A grumbling Severa would give Morgan cheek kisses, or just lean against his face with her own, watching Cynthia mount her boyfriend with a bit of envy, even though he’d just stuffed her full a few minutes ago. Cynthia meanwhile, tried a no-hands approach to show off her riding skills, using her strong hips to lift herself up on his dick, and then right back down again with considerable enthusiasm and rhythm, looking directly at Morgan with devious eyes and a wide smile, only parting her grin to let out a moan when he hit straight into her during a descent.
Morgan nodded slowly at Severa and caressed her cheek gently when she was quite insistent about stating that he was hers alone, so as to reassure her of that fact entirely. Again, this hadn’t even been his idea, either, nor had he really been given a say in the matter. No matter how good she was at riding Morgan, his feelings for Severa weren’t going to change, but that wasn’t really what this was about, now was it?
However, Cynthia’s guess that Severa spent most nights like this with Morgan and that she got her way in this matter whenever she wanted was not an inaccurate one. It sometimes wore the young man out, but even then that wasn’t really grounds to complain, and they were both always equally satisfied when they finished.
“N-Nnnhh, C-Cynthia...” They weren’t a couple like he and Severa were, but she’d clearly picked up some skills as a rider to be able to use sturdy hips like that so forcefully while still maintaining a proper rhythm. She knew what she was doing at least, that was for sure, and the tactician simply couldn’t help but moan out, confirming that, at the very least, the way she used her pussy felt good physically.