Devil's Groom.
He knew what his angel needed, and Azazel delivered.
With one swift movement, Azazel thrust three more fingers at once, deeper, the angel's walls clenching around him fiercely, making him gasp in surprise and pleasurable pain. His angel's hands grabbed onto his shoulders desperately, Azrael's hips pumping faster and harder, arching upward against his hand. Azazel gripped his angel's hips tighter, bringing him even harder and deeper down his fingers. The angel grunted as his orgasm hit him like a freight train, his whole body shaking violently. He screamed in frustration and pleasure, sweat dripping off his brow, his breath labored, his body shaking from the intense release. Azazel watched in
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