The Den of Desires
“Thank you, thank you, thank you. Fuck– Sir–”
God.
I was in heaven.
I could feel some saliva escape the cages of my mouth, sliding out of my lips and pooling at my chin. My head was going fuzzy, and I could barely focus on anything other than how full I felt.
I could hear Damian laughing at me behind the thick fog that clouded my senses, but I couldn't find it within myself to care.
“I'm barely halfway, and you're drooling?” He reached a hand, his thumb swiping away the drool away from my north as he still eased himself into me. He laughed. “My poor, disgusting baby. You get so cock dumb so fast.”