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.
