Adonis gazed down at Millia, drinking in the sight of her tear-streaked face, swollen lips, and the way her chest rose and fell with every shaky breath.
Her nightgown had ridden up completely, leaving her bare from the waist down.
Her thighs were plump, her pussy lips flushed and parted, still twitching from her earlier solo release.
He leaned in, brushing his nose along hers.
"Tell me everything you've been craving. Every filthy thought you've had while fingering this needy little cunt alone in your bed. I want to hear it all."
Millia's cheeks burned hotter. She bit her lip, then spoke in a trembling whisper,
"I… I want you to fuck me like a dog on all fours, pounding me from behind until I can't hold myself up. I want to feel your balls slapping my clit while you growl in my ear that I'm your bitch."
Adonis's cock jerked against her thigh.
"Keep going."
