Erik looked down at the most perverted among his wives and took immense pleasure in the sight. Kneeling on his bed, her lips were wide apart, and her soft tongue outstretched, with the tip of his cock perched on top.
She looked up at him and waited patiently, despite the lust burning in her eyes and heavy panting against his tip.
"You want my dick, little shadow…?" Erik asked rhetorically, a slight smirk on his lips.
Emily nodded enthusiastically without breaking eye contact. She shook her fleshy but firm ass, almost like a dog, while, ironically, her cat tail swayed in the air from excitement.
Truly, anyone who'd had the displeasure of being subject to Emily's callous sadism and bloodthirst would have keeled over from shock and disbelief at this unfair world.
