Zamiel's POV

"Please f*ck me" she begged, going on her knees, and unzipping my pants. Her hands were so soft, as she caressed my hard d*ck with them.

Her strokes were so gentle yet enticing. Her hands were able to work like magic on me.

She didn't even taste it before she shoved everything in her mouth. My rod hit the back of her throat immediately, she gagged and looked at my rod.

I could guess easily that she didn't expect it to grow in that warm mouth of hers. But what can I do? My d*ck is always full of its surprises.

"It's huge" she moved backward a bit,...