"...you haven't fucked my ass properly in almost two weeks."
Asmodeus stared at her ass spread wide for a moment before a low chuckle escaped his throat. Even after all these years, Ciela somehow managed to complain about something completely ridiculous with the same serious expression she used in meetings.
"Are two weeks really enough to make you this desperate?"
His fingers traced along her neat, pink lips. Sticky threads of her translucent juices dribbled from the opening onto his fingers.
"...Shut it."
She pushed her hips higher, giving him an even better sight.
The swollen head pushed against her tight entrance, forcing the small opening to stretch around its width little by little. Ciela's confident expression immediately collapsed. Her fingers gripped the edge of Simon's desk as the strange bumps along his shaft rubbed against sensitive flesh that hadn't taken this particular shape before.
"Oooh..... god.....what the fuck.....!?"
