Crave Me, My Monster
she muttered, making my lips curl up into a smirk.
“Good girl,” I said, my eyes catching sight of the puddle that had appeared between her legs on the floor.
“Looks like you've been too comfortable. Dirtying the floor.” I muttered, lifting her chin up again.
I walked over to the nearby couch, settling onto it as my cock stood tall in front of me.
“Lick your juices off the floor and come ride this cock.” I commanded, my eyes glinting with something sinister, someone dark.
The way she turned around, bending to lick the sticky liquid off the floor made the veins in my manhood bulge. I could see the perfectly pink twat resting under her skirt, making my throat bob up and down.
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