THE DEVIL'S TRAP
He pulled her into a straddling position, his nose nudging at her exposed cleavage and her core hovering over his hardness.
“So desperate and needy to get a single touch; what kind of bitch are you?” His expression was cold and impassive, giving her the taste of her words back.
“Like the one you wanted, a submissive one,” she made his hand touch her core, implying to him she was not wearing panties as he wanted her. He smirked, watching that little pussy wet with a single touch of his thumb.
“Impressing your dominant will give you a reward,” he pressed her flower bud, making her hitch in between her moans. Her universal halo was ready, lingering over his member, and he gripped her waist, adj
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