Lair Of The Semen Demon

Zane Anders thinks he summoned something tame. Instead, Aiden Starr shows up and flips the whole thing on him. One second he’s the boss, the next he’s bound and she’s in charge. She toys with him, gets him hard, then stops every time he thinks he’s earned a release. She pushes her fingers deep, presses right on his prostate, and keeps stroking until his legs shake. Electricity bites across his skin, sudden and mean, while she laughs at the way he jerks. When she wants her own pleasure she climbs over his face and makes him lick until she’s dripping down his chin. Then she straps on, lines up, and drives into him hard—long, brutal strokes that pound the breath out of him. He’s stretched and used, gasping, until she finally decides he can come. Two fingers. That’s all it takes. He erupts in thick ropes across his own stomach, pulse after pulse, while she watches. She leaves him there—rope biting his wrists, sweat and cum cooling on his skin, still tied to the floor.