"I've forgiven you, but I'll still punish you…" Deus said, his grin wicked, his fingers teasing her erect clit, kneading it with slow, torturous pressure, her pussy yearning for more—his fingers, his dick, anything.
Ivana moaned, gasping, her body trembling, her punishment a delicious torment, her need for his cock overwhelming, her heart racing with desire.
"Please…" she muttered, her voice lustful, desperate, her thighs quaking, her pussy dripping, her moans echoing in the kitchen.
Deus stopped, his craving matching hers, his cock straining against his shorts. He slid one finger into her pussy, the wet heat sucking him in, making her moan louder,
"~Ahn!~" The next second, he added another, stretching her, ramming with pressure, her pussy clenching, sparking jolts through her core.
