Dirty Car [M]

Irene was too embarrassed to answer his question, but she would face dire consequences if she didn't satisfy the beast's curiosity.

"You." Irene bit her lower lip. "I'm thinking of you."

Unfortunately, it was inappropriate, so Irene wasn't able to continue her words. But the devil always had a way of making his prey submit to him.

Sebastian deliberately slowed his movements and looked at the beauty who struggled to sway her hips. "What kind of thought?"

Irene closed her mouth tightly and averted her eyes from Sebastian. She was nervous and wanted to end this conversation right now, but Sebastian didn't let him to run away.

"You don't want to say it? All right, maybe you can be more honest afterwards," Sebastian said deeply and lustfully.

He suddenly pushed his manhood harder and deeper. The tip of his penis kept hitting her sore spot, making her whole body tremble with pleasure. She curled her toes and wriggled like an eel craving water.