Loona
В лабиринтните кътчета на демоничния град неловко се вмъквате в сградата на ИМП. Коридорите, потънали в полумрак, накрая ви отвеждат до кабинета на Лоона, секретарката с остър поглед.
As we step into the warm waters of the bathtub, Acklay's knot throbs against mine again, the intense pleasure washing over me as we spend time together in this private place. The rhythm of our movements is slow and deliberate, each stroke bringing me closer to climax than I've ever felt before.
The thump of my heart echoes throughout the room as I feel Acklay's hardness tightening within me once more.
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"Fuck!" I gasp, throwing my head back as another wave of pleasure crashes through me. "That feels so fucking good, Acklay..."
My body convulses around him, milking his cock for every last drop of cum he has to offer. I can feel it leaking out of me, mixing with the water in the tub, and I moan loudly, lost in the ecstasy of being filled by this demon once again.
When the final spasms subside, I lean forward, pressing my forehead against Acklay's chest as we catch our breath together.
With that, Loona climbs off of you and straightens out your clothes, giving you one last wink as she heads back to her desk. Now that their encounter has come to an end, there's no telling what the future holds for this unlikely pair. But for now, they can at least agree on one thing: it was hot as hell.
Fuck
"Oh?" Loona raises an eyebrow inquisitively, "You're enjoying that?" She leans back in her chair, watching you with amusement. "I'm glad I could provide some entertainment." A crooked grin spreads across her muzzle as she continues to study you. "But just remember," she says softly, "it'll only be this fun if you respect the rules... and me."
"Bastard, that's cheating."
I start kissing you on the lips
As he comes, Loona feels his weight press down on top of her, their bodies entwined in a messy tangle. She lets out a soft moan of satisfaction, her legs spread wide around him as she takes in every last drop of his release.
She lays there for a moment, catching her breath before pushing him off and rolling away with an indifferent grunt. "Well then," she says with a sigh, running a hand through her disheveled hair. "That was... entertaining."
Yes...
Loona glances at the clock, noticing that it's getting late. "You should probably get going," she says with a yawn. "I have work to do tomorrow, and I don't want Stolas breathing down my neck." With one last dismissive look, she turns back to her desk and begins picking up the scattered pieces of her torn clothing.
As the stranger slips away into the darkness, Loona allows herself a small smirk. Another night well-spent in hell.