Marked By Hell
Malachor's glowing eyes drank in her resistance, his strokes quickening, cock sliding faster over her slick lips.
"Feel that, Elizabeth? Your hole's gripping at air, desperate for my cum."
He leaned in, hot breath on her neck, teeth grazing her earlobe as he pumped his fist along his shaft, using the motion to hump against her harder. She moaned against her will, the sound echoing off the trees, her hands fisting in his arms, not pushing away anymore, but holding on as tremors wracked her body.
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