Zafira's soapy hands stroked Cole with a pleasurable hand-over-hand technique. As soon as one hand slid past his swollen tip, the other appeared at his base. The wonderful pleasure he felt from her continuous milking was rivaled only by the non-consensual blowjob she gave him the night before. His balls swelled the more he thought about his cock being inside this sexy demon's mouth.
It was a shame it would never happen again -- unless he wanted to damn himself for eternity, that is. Cannot rape the willing; and Cole was all too tempted now that he knew what exactly he was missing. In order to stay alive, he had to block those thoughts from his mind.
Zafira gazed up into Cole's eyes, obviously plucking from his mind every dirty thought he had of her. She removed one of her hands and placed it between her thighs. The bathroom air thickened with Zafira's sweet smelling pheromones as she played with her demonic pussy while stroking Cole's engorged human cock.
The path to Hell felt like paradise. The constricted confines of his bathroom forced more of her beguiling aroma into his nostrils. Her scent was overpowering; he was losing control. She pumped his swollen cock much faster, leaving his mind begging for more.
He wanted to fuck her so badly he could taste his desire. His mouth salivated at the thought of bending her over in the shower, eating out her delicious cunt, then fucking her until he had nothing left to give. To Hell with finding Maria's killer!
For a brief moment, Cole came to his senses. It was his brain's attempt to make his body react to the danger at hand. If he did not do something, he would surely give in to his temptation.
"I-I... th-think it's clean!" Cole stuttered.
Zafira stopped. "Hmm, I suppose so. But what about me?"
"What about you?" Cole inquired.
Zafira stood, grabbing the bottle of body wash. She squeezed an excessive amount of the soapy liquid all over her large breasts.
"You're not the only one who's dirty," Zafira said with a suggestive smile.
Cole could not resist. He rubbed his hands all over Zafira's silky smooth tits. His cock twitched with every gentle squeeze he gave, which quickly turned to firm kneading and licentious groping. She breathed heavily while Cole played with her well endowed mounds. Thick suds coursed across her flat stomach. Cole was completely enthralled by her body. His willpower was gone.
Zafira smiled as she leaned to Cole's ear. "You want to be inside me, don't you?"
"Yes," he responded...
Zafira grabbed one of Cole's hands, then slid it down past her stomach to her slick soapy pussy. His index and middle fingers penetrated her hungry sex without a second of hesitation. Her insides were warmer and tighter than he had imagined. She placed her arms around his neck while he sawed his digits in and out of her pussy. Pulling against his neck for leverage, Zafira ground her pelvis against his fingers. He thrust them in and out of her rapidly, making a loud wet clapping sound when his palm slapped her mound.
Cole increased his pace; Zafira's moans encouraged him further. He finger-fucked her as fast and hard as he could. Cole felt her pussy tighten around his fingers like a vice as she let out a deafening cry. Her intense orgasm covered Cole's fingers in a thick layer of warm slick juices.
She stopped momentarily to lean into Cole's ear once more. "Do you want to fuck me?" she asked.
"Yes," he replied.
"Then fuck me Cole, however you please."