He rose to his full height, then gripped his perfect c**k and stroked it slowly, making my mouth water. When I was about to drop to my knees and start begging, he stepped forward and continued his torment by sliding his c**k up and down my folds, getting the head slick with my desire. I whimpered a little, and a satisfied smile crossed his face at my desperation. When he looked at me like that, I knew exactly why they called him the devil.
When I couldn’t stand a second longer of his teasing, his c**k pushed inside me, and it was everything I needed. Thick, hard, and long, a perfect fit for me, like we’d been designed as a pair. He went slow this time, drawing out each thrust and retreat, and I felt every single inch as he moved inside me. He teased my breasts and stared into my eyes the
