Liam didn't miss a beat. He saw the flush on her face, the way her thighs pressed together, and he knew she was burning up, just as ready for more as he was. Time to switch it up, he thought, his cock still hard, glistening with her spit.
He reached down, his hands strong but careful, and pulled her to her feet, her legs wobbly from crouching so long. "Come here," he muttered, his voice rough, and guided her back to the king's sarcophagus, the massive stone slab looming in the corner of the tomb.
He turned her around, his hands on her hips, and pressed her forward until her chest rested on the cool, smooth surface, her big breasts squishing against it, her plump ass sticking out. Perfect, he thought, stepping back for a second to take her in—her tiny waist, her curves, the way her dark hair spilled over the stone like ink.
