Me, your d**k, tomorrow morning," Annabel muttered sleepily as she pulled his arm up underneath her pert little breasts and held onto it as she fell back asleep.
The dragon sighed. He should have just f****d her. Now his sticky erection was in excited agony, trapped against her, no doubt wetting her back with precum. It was always so deeply arousing to experience Annabel in o****m, her sounds and smells. Her taste. The dragon brought his hand up to sample it off his fingers, so ripe and womanly, slightly tangy and a little sweet.
The beast proceeded to lap the rest away with his forked tongue, savoring his mate's essence before giving control back to the human, so intent on revaluating the last few day's events.
Dragons always take care of their brood, the dragon imparted as Chris kisse
