Leaning back in his chair, his hand around his cock, he watched the view. Her boobs heaved over the top of her bra. He imagined between her pussy, her tongue swirling along the tip of his cock. Moaning, he traveled down her body. Her tummy was nicely rounded, something he could grab onto and slap hard. She didn't have a skinny body. She was a pure woman who could take the hard, rough, or gentle screwing. Demon loved to mix his up. He knew there would come a point when he would unleash his lust. There was only so long he could keep the possessive side of himself locked up.

Her fingers were creamy with her juice. He heard how wet she was every time she flicked her pussy. A moan escaped her lips as her fingers touched her.