Young Black Stepdaughter Filled With Pleasure

She tilted her head back, her hand moving from his length, letting both of her hands rest on his as she felt the thick tip spread her open, pressing inside her with an intensity she hadn’t expected. Confused at the sudden change when everything was feeling so wonderful, she looked down into Atrin’s eyes…. Atrin’s single-mindedness gave him a tunnel vision that allowed him to stay focused on his quarry, he hadn’t even seen Ariela as he had hurtled passed her, after all, his life probably depended on him catching this damned cat. You are a dense fool!” She all but shouted before grabbing him by the collar and dragging him down, leaning up to press her lips to his. “A-Atrin, oh gods, don’t stop, please, just, ah! “Because, Ariela, you needed him to escape.”
She laughed and Avery held her hands to her ears, she could practically hear the screaming souls of the slaughtered woven into her laughter, “And people call me mad! The door swung open and a servant met her eyes, quickly taking several steps back, retreating from her in a moment of absolute wisdom.