Her glorious heart-shaped a*s was there, just waiting for my mark. I s*****d her, the loud c***k of it reverberating. She gasped, but it wasn’t hard at all. Still, my handprint instantly bloomed on her skin.
“Mak!” she cried, looking over her shoulder and glaring at me. While she looked none too pleased at being s*****d, she wiggled her hips and there was heat in her eyes. Unmistakable need there, and making the soft lips of her p***y glisten with welcome.
“You want me to claim you. I am.” I lifted my chin. “I like seeing my handprint on you.”
“I want more than your hand,” she said, pouting, arching her back and thrusting her a*s closer to me. “God, I… the serum might not harm me, but it makes me hot. Hot for you. Horny.”
My brow arched as I let go of her ankle. She wasn’t going to mov
