DANTE’S SUITE*

Dante had to take out his displeasure on someone, and luckily, the right person is always available.

Racheal.

She's kneeling in front of him, sucking his dîck wetly, though they're both clothed.

Dante was groaning, facing the ceiling chandelier as she gagged on him, choking on his cap.

"Darn... Don't go slow... Don't go slow!" He ground his teeth, pushing himself brutally into her throat.

Saliva drooled out of Racheal's mouth as she couldn't contain it all, and she mistakenly bit him.

Dante pulled out of her mouth and slapped her.

"I'm so sorry" she looked up at him and quickly took the dîck to continue sucking, but...