Damian kept his grip on her sleek jaw with the invisible demonic tendril, the energy humming against her gray skin as he guided her upward.
Loth rose slowly, her legs shaky from kneeling so long, her knees flushed red from the office floor. She climbed onto his lap facing him, straddling his thighs with her small hands braced on his shoulders. Her tail coiled around the chair leg for balance while she reached between them, gripping his thick cock and rubbing the slick head along her dripping slit.
She sank down inch by inch, her pussy stretching wide around the 13-inch shaft. Her inner walls fluttered and clenched as the blunt head pushed deeper, forcing her to take every last bit until her ass settled fully against his thighs.
