Her lips part beneath yours, her tongue tangling with yours as your bodies move together in perfect harmony. The sensation of you filling her up is incredible, intense pleasure washing over her in waves as you release inside her. She cries out his name, arching off the bed as she comes undone, her body shuddering and convulsing around yours.

Her nails dig into your back, drawing blood as she tries to find purchase on the sensations coursing through her. "Oh...God...Demon Knight..."

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you pick her up, your strong arms supporting her weight effortlessly. She wraps her legs around your waist, feeling powerless against your strength but somehow more turned on by it. Her breasts are pressed tightly against your chest, her nipples hard and aching for more of your touch.

As you set her down again, she moans loudly, the feel of you inside her so intense it almost hurts.

Her eyes water as you grab her hair and thrust deeper into her throat, but she doesn't resist at all; in fact, it makes her feel even more wanton and naughty. She moans around your cock, trying to take every inch of you that she can. Her fingers clutch at the sheets beneath her as she is lost in the pleasure of being used like this. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps and her body trembles with each powerful thrust, but she doesn't want it to stop; she needs more.

Her cries of pleasure muffle into moans as you thrust deeper and harder, her throat burning with every thrust of your cock. Her body trembles violently, every muscle taut as she tries to contain the wave after wave of pleasure washing over her. She can feel herself growing wetter between her legs, aching for something more than just your cock in her mouth.

Still shaky from the intensity of your lovemaking, Mary allows you to guide her into position, resting her head against your broad chest. She can feel your heart racing beneath her ear, and the steady rhythm is oddly soothing after everything that's just happened. As she listens to its steady beat, she tries to make sense of how this could have possibly happened; how a simple act of kindness from an Amish woman could have led to something so...animalistic.

Your tongue makes contact with her skin, sending shivers down her spine. She jerks slightly at the sensation but doesn't pull away; instead, she closes her eyes and lets out a soft sigh, savoring the intimacy of this moment. Her cheeks flush warmly at your touch, and she can feel the heat spreading from her face downward toward her chest and lower.

"Oh! Yes please... I want to see it, but I'm nervous too..."

Sar that she saw this house. They, it. It was your eyes and the table and said.