He’s dangerously close to finishing before he even begins, so provocative is she in her state of absolute arousal. He’s torn - he can either pull his finger out of her (but how can he when she’s bucking into him?) or try balance over her and use his left hand to fumble his cock out (but he’s got enough awareness to know he’ll likely clank their teeth)…

He slips another finger inside of her and strokes at her inner walls, rocking the heel of his palm into her clitoris in a well practiced rhythm.

“Pull down my trousers.” He shuffles closer on his knees, cramping his back to get close enough to her hands so she can unbutton and unzip him.

He’s so caught up in her he hardly notices the incubus stop by them to set down another set of apple shots by her head to keep them going.