[#lovesex #vanilla #jailbait #intense #brunette]
AYA NAAMAH FREED HERSELF of the cloth binds at her wrists with a single slash of her pinky claw. The tip of her nail was iridescent and sharper than a hunting falcon's talon. It curved and cut through the silk chains like thread.
After this she stretched out her arms, basking in satiation of having her whole body massaged by the [divine man-wolf] that was her Lord Master. He that had pounded her pussy so deeply she still felt the swelling of his cock—like he was still arrowed in her. A phantom dick.
Her limbs held a little pain from his domination, but she would have it no other way. Her sex felt utterly fulfilled, the reddened slit farting sludges of his hot semen. Aya put a hand down to her pussy: the glistening seam of her lips; she dipped a finger in and tasted his cum.
He was the real man. Salty. Velvet. Coarse. He had a rich taste.
