Damon watched Lily with half-closed eyes, his chest still heaving from his recent orgasm. His cock, still semi-erect and glistening with her semen and moisture, throbbed with renewed hunger as he watched her position herself.
Naked, perfect, with curves that seemed sculpted for sin—full breasts swaying slightly, wide hips inviting him to plunge in. She rose above him, guiding the thick head of his member to the warm, slippery entrance of her pussy.
The tip grazed her swollen lips, already soaked with excitement, and Damon groaned softly, feeling the moist heat slowly engulfing him.
"Fuck…," he murmured, his hands gripping her hips with possessive firmness. "Your pussy is… it's perfect. So tight, so wet."
She descended slowly, inch by inch, swallowing him whole. Her interior was like living velvet—warm, silky walls that contracted around his cock, massaging every vein, every exposed nerve.
