LUSTRONOMICA: WILD CRAVINGS
The internet was tearing them apart piece by piece.
My pussy was throbbing just from scrolling. Wet. Aching. I needed him.
Azrath appeared the second my knees hit the floor.
No warning. Just the air turning thick and hot, smelling like smoke and sex. He stood over me, seven feet of black muscle and horns, both cocks already rock-hard and dripping that thick, glowing pre-cum that burned so good on my skin.
I looked up at him, mouth open, tongue out like I’d been trained.
“Beg properly,” he said, voice low and rough.