Young American Amateur Girl Eagerly Swallows The Cream

She felt the head of his cock pressing against her entrance, the heat of him making her tremble. He knew who had led the werewolves to her sisters. She pressed her trembling hands against the floor, slowly rising to her feet, though her legs wobbled beneath her. Marcus gasped in terror, his voice lost in the cacophony of chanting spirits. Her mind wanted to fight back, but her body—her traitorous, desperate body—was giving in. It was like every nerve, every muscle, had betrayed her. Marcus’s eyes darkened with lust as he took in the sight of her—her body was perfect, every curve begging to be touched, dominated. As Elara’s fingers grazed the tome, its ancient leather cover seemed to pulse beneath her touch. Elara gasped, her mind reeling. She had never felt so powerless, so overwhelmed by the need to obey. She leaned in, whispering a subtle suggestion for him to invite her to his place, fully expecting him to comply. She could feel his energy pulse through her, and then…images.