THE DEVIL'S TRAP
He bends me over the charcoal table, pulling my skirt up to expose the treasure that belongs to him.
He greased his serpent on my skin, making me beg for more,
The only thing comes between our collision was my laced panty,
“I was in hell without you, Adele; now we will see heaven,”
he ripped my panty with a single pull,
My treasure was dripping from his touch; with a gentle push, he spread my legs,
Resting his palm on my butts, he was set for riding me, and there, I could feel his length slithered inside me; I could feel my walls recognize his master as he made his way deep inside me.
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