~Damon~
“I said get on your f*****g knees.”
She gasped.
Froze like her whole nervous system had short-circuited from just hearing my voice drop an octave. Then her knees gave out like gravity had been waiting for me to speak. Like her body had been aching for the order.
She dropped.
Hard.
Hit the floor like a slut who knew where she belonged. Right at my feet. On her knees.
The same floor still sticky from the last time I bent her over and pumped my c*m so deep into her she couldn’t walk straight for an hour.
She didn’t even look up yet.
She just knelt there.
Trembling. Head bowed. Hands limp beside her soaked thighs. Her chest heaved like she’d run a f*****g marathon.
Her hair was a wild, sweaty mess..knotted with dried spit and my c*m. Her lips were parted like she could sti
