SCAR OF SCANTHIN
Imagined pink fluffy wolves… the leaders of the city naked…anything nonsexual that would stave off his climax.
“No…” Her hand wrapped around his wrist where he had his hand braced on the edge of the tub next to hers. “Together. Fuck me and claim me, Damon… please.”
Her movements were uncoordinated, her pussy clenching around his cock in rhythmic waves that told him she was close.
“Take me, Scar,” he whispered, nipping her neck again as he thrust into her. He savored the shudder that ran through her body in response and the invitation as she tilted her head to the side, baring her throat to him in submission.
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