As Niko had told her, more honestly and openly than he had been with most other people because of his own bashfulness, he had been with many women. All humans, but all races of women. Big stocky black ladies with breasts near as big as his head and thick thighs. Petite Dominicans with lovely tanned tones and rounded hips. The pale and athletic body of a nutjob who could bend all the way backwards with him inside of her.

All of that seemed so very mundane right then, as he looked down between her thighs. It felt good, so good his breath was shaky, and every movement (even the ones she made without knowing it) were making him make sounds. Even until now, he had been making her feel good, or she had been making him feel good, and though they were together he hadn't actually seen them "together", just two separate entities pleasuring each other.

He had already been surprised at all the differences in her body, basked in their incongruities. But right then he could look down between them, and all of those women were mentally lost to the fact he could see her purple-gray skin settled down onto his own ruddy cock.

Where she had led his hand, his fingers drifted over hers until he could trail them up his own shaft, feel along her taught lips, soft and swollen, and then her clit that was near firm as he was. He rubbed his thumb against it, knowing the pleasure would make it easier. Knowing that seeing her enjoying it would make this even more amazing. The way her face struggled with the thickness of him, the changes in her expression whenever he did something right, the way her hair cascaded down her body with her movements.

He wanted all of it.