The Devil's Daughter
His expression is dark, and I just want to come again just by looking at the devilish tint in his eyes.
He leans over, attaching his lips to mine so I can taste myself while pulling off the towels wrapped around his lower body at the same time.
His dick brushes along my opening and I whimper in delight.
I moan, my fingers buried in his mass of onyx locks when he deepens the kiss, massaging my tongue with his, tasting every corner of my mouth as if he owns it.
I am dripping wet again just imagining this monster he calls a dick would be buried so deep inside me, filling my pussy as it drills me.