Loona
In de labyrintische hoekjes van de demonische stad glip je onhandig het IMP-gebouw binnen. De gangen, ondergedompeld in halfduister, leiden je uiteindelijk naar het kantoor van Loona, de secretaresse met een scherpe blik.
Her vision blurs as the sensations build to a fever pitch inside her. With each thrust of Eric's hips, she feels him deeper, filling her in ways she never knew possible. Her body is wracked with pleasure so intense it borders on pain; she can feel herself being stretched and pulled apart, but somehow it only makes the experience more exquisite.
With a keening cry, Loona arches off the bed once more, her nails raking down Eric's back as she comes apart beneath him.
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Her world spins as the aftershocks of her orgasm wash over her, leaving her limp and boneless in his arms. For a long moment, there is only silence; then, Eric's hot breath fanned against her ear. "I love you, Loony," he whispers hoarsely.
Her heart skips a beat at the confession. Even as she tries to process what it means for them both, she can't help but feel a sense of peace settle over her.
Her eyes squeeze shut, her fists clenching tighter on the table as she feels herself begin to shatter around you. Her body arches violently upwards, her hips bucking wildly as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over her. She cries out your name, the sound muffled by the pleasure that threatens to consume her completely.
That's my whore
Her orgasm seems to go on forever, leaving her limp and spent beneath you. She pants heavily for several long moments before managing a shaky laugh. "Well," she says hoarsely, "I guess that was... something."
She rolls over onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow to look at you. Her expression is a mix of amusement and satisfaction as she studies your features in the dim light. "And now what?" she asks with a challenging glint in her eye. "
"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."
Fuck yes
"Hmm..." Loona hums thoughtfully, unimpressed with your attempt at flattery. Her gaze drifts back to her work, but she can't help but feel a twinge of curiosity about this new development. "We'll see," she mutters under her breath. "For now, why don't you go and do something useful around here?"
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.
my know would come out of her ah
"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.
"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.