"My love..." Amora started, "Please take your oh so yummy man meat, and jam it in my oven! Please plow my love hole till I soak the sheets! I need to milk your love muscle, Fuck me! Fuck me like no tomorrow! Slap my clit with your balls, pin me down and
ram me like a jackhammer!"
But before Peter could respond to Amora's sexually charged pleas Circe started her plea.
"Master," Circe smiled, "Are these tits not tender and tasty? Don't they always make your manhood so much harder and longer when you nestle it between them? I beg you, use me as a bun for your hotdog! I promise to slide it up and down between my tits,
and bring you blissful orgasm!"