Yasna (R18)

The feral woman's hand moved gently as she helped Mark remove his robes, and soon enough, Mark was naked, pinning the woman he had met just minutes ago against the smooth floor. 

She looked up at his toned physique and ran her hands through his eight packs.

"Do demons talk again?" she asked, "Weren't they just dumb and big?"

"Not me."

Mark tore off Yasna's clothes with a single move and took in the beautiful sight of her naked body. She had pristine tanned skin, and her curves were more bombastic than any of his other women. 

He was impressed by the softness of her body and the pink nub decorating Lysandra's beautiful mound but even more so by her dripping pink pussy. 

The way the pink stood out against the girl's tanned skin took his attention like a butterfly drawn to the petals of a beautiful flower. His sight then moved to her belly. It was lean, clean, and very beautiful. And soft.