Makima was draped over the satin sheets, her body glistening with sweat from the intense passion that had consumed her. She licked her lips, tasting the mixture of their fluids as she reached out to feel for the Devil. She wanted more, her body craving the rough, possessive way he took her.
Her hand encountered something long and hard, throbbing with anticipation. She gripped it tightly, feeling the soft skin give way to the veiny length of his cock. With a satisfied moan, she pulled it towards her pussy, eager to be filled once again. The sensation of his huge member stretching her was exquisite, and she arched her back in pleasure as he began to thrust into her.
The room was bathed in a warm, sultry glow, with shadows playing on the walls. The air was thick with the scent of their ardor. As the Devil took her harder, faster, Makima wrapped her legs around him, digging her nails into his shoulders. She couldn’t get enough of his size, of the power he wielded over her. His stubble scratched her chin as he burrowed his face into her neck, nipping and sucking until she was breathless.
Their hips collided in rhythm, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing through the room. Makima could feel herself getting closer to the brink, the familiar build-up of tension in her lower belly. As the sensation peaked, she cried out, her walls convulsing around him in an attempt to force out his seed. He growled in satisfaction, filling her up completely before pulling out and shooting his hot cum across her breasts.
Collapsed on the bed, their chests rising and falling rapidly, they gazed at each other with eyes full of passion and lust. The Devil brushed the sweat-drenched hair from her face, his rough thumb grazing her cheekbone. “I’m yours, Makima,” he rasped, his voice rough from exertion.
And with that declaration, she knew that she would give in to his dark desires, knowing that he would take her to heights of pleasure she had never known before.
