She appeared like a walking wet dream — thick thighs wrapped in stockings, high heels clicking, gloved hands ready to take control.
That buttplug tail swayed behind her, and I knew exactly what she came for: my cum.
No words. Just pure hunger.
She stroked my cock with tight latex grip, then swallowed me deep — eyes locked, drooling, desperate.
I fucked her on the couch, watched her bounce on my cock on the floor, her curves rippling as she rode me harder and deeper.
When I was close, she pulled off and held out her gloves — ready.
I came hard, coating them in white.
She licked it all up without breaking eye contact.
This wasn’t sex.
It was a demon’s ritual.
And I gave her everything.
