She smiled and kissed him. “You’re going to regret that.”
God f*****g damn, no he didn’t.
In a matter of seconds, he was clinging onto the sheets with his back arched up and mouth wide open. He had no control of his body as he moaned out and shook to Mira’s punishing fingers. She f****d him hard. Deimos should have expected it, she craved this. She loved this.
The noises her fingers made as she f****d him hard and deep with lube dripping down his ass was erotic. The pleasure of his prostate being hammered relentlessly by such fingers was euphoric. Mira kissed him hard and deep as she f****d him, humming softly. It stretched him and touched him in ways he’s never felt before and left him grinding against her fingers hungrily.
“G-God.” Deimos’ eyes rolled back and arched his back high
