Parting her legs, Deacon inhaled her scent. Her c**t already swollen and wet, waiting for him. He took his time, kissing her calves, knees and inner thighs. Angel gasped when his hot breath flowed over her sweet spot onto her belly. Deacon pushed up her shirt revealing well rounded breasts with hardened n*****s. He grinned at Angel before attaching his lips onto a n****e. Alternating between sucking and nipping, he could feel the bud become harder, letting him know he was on the right track.
Angel moaned with enjoyment but wanted more. "Is that all you got?" Deacon took the hint and let go of her breast to lick his way down her belly. "Is this what you want?" "Uh huh." "Angel, all you need to do is tell me what you want and I will do it. I am after all your slave, remember?" Trying
