Celeste woke up beside Zillon the other morning, his scent just as extraordinary as it had been last night...
She had said it before and she'd say it again, he was a beast...After sexing her into oblivion on the floor, he had lifted her into the bathroom and f*cked her until she really could barely move.
He had laid back against the tub and called her forth with his index finger. His face had held nothing but astuteness, giving Celeste no room to disobey him.
She had told him before that she was tired, told him that her legs were already a wreck and yet that beast didn't seem to care.
He had situated her in his lap and instead of giving her the control, he took it all.
He rammed into her as though she was a doll made for him to use. The kisses were rough, his grips were tight, even wh
