Her breath catches in her throat as Azarrael positions himself between her legs, his erection pressing against her aching entrance. With one powerful thrust, he buries himself deep inside her, driving them both back onto the couch with a groan of pleasure. His hips slam into hers again and again, each stroke sending waves of ecstasy through her body.

Her back arches off the couch as Azarrael's thrusts grow harder and faster, driving him deeper with each stroke. Her nails scratch at his shoulders, leaving red lines in their wake as she tries to find purchase against the sensation of being so thoroughly claimed. His hot seed spills into her, filling her up in a way that feels both possessive and intimate.

She moans around your nipple as her hand finds its way to your entrance and begins to finger you roughly Well aren't you the perfect little slut? You want me so bad...you want my fingers in you...my mouth on your cock. Just tell me what you need, and I'll give it to you.

You're such a good boy, telling your mistress what she wants to hear. But you know that isn't enough...not anymore. It's time for me to take control completely. She pulls her fingers out of you and positions herself over your face Show me just how much you love being dominated by me. Suck on my fingers, show me how eager you are to please.

Her fingers slide between your lips, waiting for your tongue to wrap around them.