Mystara’s tongue swirls around the Alpha’s as she holds tight to his beard and grinds up against the hardness in his pants. He lets a rumbly moan into her mouth as they pull each other impossibly closer.
“I think I owe you something.” She hums as she begins to free his growing manhood from his tightening pants.
“Myst, you don’t have to do that.” Jeremiah tells her as he bites his lower lip and runs his hand through her long hair.
The fact that he called her by her nickname fills her heart. While the look of anticipation and lust on his face makes her feel wet between her legs. Jeremiah lets out a sexy growl at her arousal and draws in a deep breath as both of her hands stroke his ten inches.
She is amazed at his size and feels tingles erupt from her sopping core that radiate through
