He couldn't help but feel aroused by those words, his clothes already on the floor, but before he fucked her, he wanted to taste her while sober—Amon Weltz loved oral sex, but fighting to keep control of the spirits was annoying.
Now he was free; he wanted to make this cute girl squirt until she begged for his cock.
His eyes moved over her body. He liked her firm and perky breasts, like little orange-peel spheres. Her nipples were hard and peaked from the heat of their passion. They looked like they would be fun to suckle on.
The pink folds of her lips were split open by her engorged clitoris, which was now swollen like a tiny purple plum. His mouth watered at the thought of sucking on it.
"Mmmm..."
His hands rested on her thigh's before leaning down while keeping his eyes fixated on her, his mouth opening and extending his tongue towards her wet, waiting pussy.