Draven was on his knees, his tongue scorching hot as he reached into her robe, his hands kneading through her thighs to her ass, caressing her curves, which left Myra whimpering.
“From now on, Myra, I forbid you to use your fingers. If you want to c*m, use me instead. I want to taste your c*m on my tongue, and not even your fingers get to feel you wet before I do." He commands
“Draven ... ngh,” she cries out when he leaves a claiming bite on her inner thighs. Myra’s legs were trembling; she could barely stand anymore from the mind-bending pleasure as Draven reached for the belt of her robe.
His hands unraveled the belt, and he watched with darkened eyes as it fell and pooled at her waist. “Exquisite, you look good to me, darling… Or how do you humans say it? ..Fucking hot,” he muttered,
