Vile Chapter 8 Dominance
The two of them laid against the dust of the heap, Bloodhound's chest panting hard against the milky cushion of Madre's breast as his seed pulsed from the freshly fucked hole. Tracing idle patterns along her mate's side with her fingernails, the silver haired woman's body still shivering from her lingering orgasm and the warm fluid within her, she spoke with a gentle and deeply satisfied tone; "...You, my dear... I am certainly going to keep." "Keep...?" Bloodhound snickered at...