Harper was fighting the vines holding her in place. She needed release, but her devilish mate didn't seem interested in finishing the job.
"Saint..." Harper was close to crying. She was wet and aching for his c**k. "Won't you please just finish the damn job? I'm so horny..."
Saint was standing above her with a firm grip on his c**k. Harper wanted to ride him so severely. It wasn't fair how he was pumping himself. The tip of his c**k already glistened with precum, and Harper guessed Saint didn't even need her to finish himself off.
"I'm so f*****g hard..." Saint inhaled and cupped his balls with his other hands. His eyes closed, and sweat ran down his muscular chest. And at this point, Harper lost it.
"Please, Saint," Harper peered up into his green eyes are writhed. Her breasts felt
