19 Come Here

The atmosphere was heating up.

Familiar darkness and a familiar scent enveloped Emily. Satan, the newcomer, lingered ambiguously near her ear and neck, "Speak."

Emily's whole body felt hot. She turned her head to avoid his hot, moist lips, "What do you want from me in return?"

"Hehe," Mr. Satan chuckled lightly, his large hand covering her abdomen, sending shivers through her body. He nibbled on her earlobe, blowing into her ear, "You know."

What Emily couldn't stand the most was his way of speaking.

They hadn't done anything, just hugged and talked, but she was already horny.

Mr. Satan's husky voice came from behind, then her body lightened as he lifted her, heading straight for the bathroom.

Mr. Satan's lovemaking today was rougher than usual, as if he wanted to possess her completely. He held her waist firmly, thrusting into her, commanding her, "Look at me."

In the darkness, Emily, softly moaning, was forced to look into his eyes, feeling his thrusts. She felt like she was not onl