She exploded, shaking fervently, her cum painting Rage's face.

It was so raw, hot, and her chest was pounding uncontrollably till she let everything out, and he took care of it till not even a drop was left on her pussy—he licked it cleanly, and Angelina almost collapsed again.

Shuddering with her butt against the cooling cushion foam, a breathless sigh slipped from her parted lips. Wrapped tightly in the heavy, sweet aftermath, a deep, bone-deep satisfaction settled over her trembling skin.

"You will be what?" he asked, in his deep, masculine voice that habitually sends shivers down her spine.

"I promise. I will be good, master," she replied shakily,...