The Hockey’s Plaything
Enraged and aroused, Miguel fucked her faster, then withdrew to cum on her stomach, his thick white streaks painting her skin.
Exhausted, they collapsed in a heap, breaths ragged. Mateo stared in awe, innocence shattered. 'Is this... confession?' Isabella laughed softly, wiping cum from her lips. Miguel tucked himself away, eyes dark. 'Your new devotion, boy. But she belongs to me.'