The Den of Desires
The scent of her arousal hit me hard, thick, musky, dripping wet and making my cock strain painfully against my jeans, aching to bury itself balls-deep inside her.
I dragged my thumb free from her mouth with a wet pop, strings of her saliva clinging to it, then smeared the slick mess across her flushed cheek in a degrading stroke. I tapped her skin patronizingly, watching her pupils blow wide with humiliated lust.
“But you haven’t earned my cock yet, slut,” I growled, smirking as her eyes flared with shock and need. Her thighs trembled uncontrollably, slick juices coating them, her tits heaving with ragged, desperate breaths.
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