Daemond opened Annica's hips even wider. While squeezing Annica's ass with both of his wide palms, Daemond moved Annica's hips. In a circle. Rubbing his manhood around the wall of her womb with such skill, her body started to tremble.
"Oooohhhh!" A long whimper escaped Annica's lips.
Daemon's forceful strength has made Annica hug into his body tighter. She clenched her jaw. Her blood was boiling, pooling in the lower half of her body and threatening to slide free without a grip.
She wouldn't be able to hold on much longer at this rate. Daemond would mock her again if she cum that quickly.
Damn it! Damn that man! Annica cursed to herself. How long was he going to use her like this?
Amid her efforts to hold back her release, an idea came to Annica.
